Dreams of Verdon (from a hospital bed), by Sonnie Trotter
Glacier blue limestone surrounds me, laced with long pink streaks (the color of wild salmon), the whole wall looking like melting candle wax. Python tuffas in every direction. A flock of birds glide overhead, their chirping echos off the walls soothes my nerves. Standing on two slippery slopers I reach up and drop two fingers into the most comfortable pocket on earth, as if it was molded from my very own hand. My chest vibrates with adrenaline, a controlled release, I look down to place my foot and a beam of sun catches my eye, a reflection bouncing off the bolt hanger 20 feet below.
06/10/2009
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