angela kreuz
On the Way to Black Fort
A stony path
goes up the hill to the cliffs.
me bicycle leaps like a wild horse -
not much time left
to catch the 12 o´clock ferry to Rossaveel.
the wind sees me to the cliffs.
looking down into the depth
makes me shiver,
watching the breakers
a gate made of rocks
- like huge domino pieces -
reminds me of
not yet being
ready to die;
© angela kreuz
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