Cliff’s Edge

On a twelve-hundred mile trek
     twice a year, 
my past nipping at my rear—

I’ve lost the ability
to know what’s below
the drop-               
               off

time’s running out
the bluff taller than I recall

Take a chance /
Don’t be a fool /
                L e a p . . .

For today's prompt, write a foolish poem. The poem could be about a fool, about being fooled, about fooling someone, or whatever other foolish direction you wish to take it. But don't fool with this prompt for too long; we'll have another one ready to roll tomorrow.

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