Ana's Painting, Ephemera

Legs like brush strokes
streak down
over

the wrinkled vista,
sepia crumpled

in its folded ruptures—
feet levitation,
steps left to hover
above where they would sink;
where the imprints lie,

firmly imbedded into the faulty Earth,
a crumbling sheet of petrous land
nestling between what was
before us

and whatever resides
deep in the
recondite shades

of what is beyond.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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