Outcrop

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This soon to be the heir to

The skin stretched camping chair

The wanderer above the lakes

Cuts a distinctive figure

Upon a dry-stone wall

Plastic adventurer’s camera in hand

Arise sir win-a-lot

Reborn without cuticles

Magnificent in discreet isolation

Child man elect

Ribbing the yellow gardens

Of dawn’s early sitting

Soot settling on your cheeks

You will wipe that smile

Off the escarpment’s

Skittering fossil face

Skimming one for luck

Out of the corner of your

Daddy’s eye

For you are the daddy 

Now and forever

There’s no going back

No looking down

The view churns over leaf

Bite sized reminders

On the back of your hand

You feel held

Back and back we go

Are we there yet?

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