Of The Paleness Of Altitude

up there
a big pillar ends its life
touching the sky

lengths
of vertical distances
in pale
color

blue
horizontal lines
a horizon
of
sea

man
in a dark shadow
diving
to the sea

a splash
then silence
you
wait if a dot
of a head

pops up
no
nothing comes
up

in his
misery

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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