walking a tightrope high

walking a tightrope high above train tracks hanging from a blackened sky walking to the pier one night. moonlit waves filtered whispering silver moving at the speed of light mysterious patterns forever repeated meanings forgotten memory deepened out from the pier one night. ​ sea gulls squawking crashing out waves salt water men laughing out spells out from the pier that night. ​ © 2016 Laura Balladur, All Rights Reserved