Let them go up —
two ladders.
Two ladders 
start and finish 
in ether,
rungs only,
no side beams
to hold them.
If you are good,
we step.


One leg 
upside down,
a mountain
in a landscape,
two marks
near the summit 
for climbers.
We can’t see 
their precious 
jars of water,
for there the brush
did not reach canvas.
A blown kiss.

Peter Waldor | Mudlark No. 36
Contents | Leg Paint 15/16