Like my father’s shoulders, rough & sturdy
The clouds of rock rest by the river.
I climb to their wrinkled peaks, secure
My feet between their clefts &
Lean over to watch the rush of the city below.
Families of fish whirl through the water,
Rock guards me from the deep chill.
Here, above the river,
In this height’s solitude & silence,
I am, for a moment,
A king.
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