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"gravity did the deed"

gravity’s tidy promise  

never spoke of falling—  

only that we’d rise  

on sky-swirl hopes

heights never killed anyone but  

Gravity—  

did the deed, indeed  

we’d chase the jacaranda dusk,  

bare feet skimming red earth,  

wind-rush in our lungs—  

heart-echoes drum the void

“hold fast!” one voice cries—  

another laughs, mid-fall—  

pluck a curlicue of cloud  

from the blue and finger its edge

a lone magpie’s currawong-call  

shatters the statued-still—  

we unfurl our ragged wings  

in sprung-rhythm flight

so much depends  

upon  

a single step  

unsure

until the hush beneath  

the broken crown of sky—  

the single shimmer of breath  

snuffed out by the pull below

heights never killed anyone but  

Gravity—  

did the deed, indeed