My friend Perhaps the world ends here
There may be nothing past that line
The egg will soon make all things clear
My friend perhaps the world ends here
I gaze across a simple weir
And drink my one last cup of wine
My friend perhaps the world ends here
There may be nothing past that line
Photo by Dan Calderwood on Unsplash
My name is Larry Trasciatti I live in Long Beach New York, am sixty two years old and have been writing poetry for around the past five years .
You can read more of my writing at EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO
Brave & Reckless 
Stunning photo, and goes so well with the poem. But the reflection in that pool of water seems to suggest that there is something beyond that line,
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Don’t blame Larry- I chose the image!
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Not blaming at all! I like that juxtaposition. It gives you more to think about. His “there may be” doesn’t say there is nothing. It leaves it as an open question. Anyway, I love the two together.
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