The Graduate

[RiverNotch]

The Graduate


And here I am, standing on the precipice,
alone. The view behind me
is the same as the view before: cloud, the wind
sweeping away all footprints.
I am cold -- blue -- battered --
all my clothes now torn, tattered,
and my digits made few -- as if
I were made old by youth.

And here you tell me
the only climb that's left
goes down?

The Graduate


And here I am, standing on the precipice,
alone. The view behind me
is the same as the view before: cloud, the wind
sweeping away all footprints.
I am cold -- blue -- battered --
all my clothes now torn, tattered,
and my digits made few -- as if
I were made old by youth.

And here you tell me
only the downward trail
remains?

The Graduate


And here I am, standing on the edge,
alone. The view behind me
is the same as the view before: cloud, the wind
sweeping away all footprints.
I am cold -- blue -- battered --
all my clothes now torn, tattered,
and my digits made few -- as if
I were made old by youth.

And here you tell me
the only road remaining
runs down?