Who are we
Up here rapelling?
I can’t see the ground
Or remember

Our tethers touched
I knew.

A thick black apron
Flak smock
Protecting her
From splashback

At the hitch cafe.
Drops drip into a drink

Pulled and released
By powder keg
Unlashing the grapple
Hooks from cliff’s top.

Ropes snap
And climbers drip down,
Splashing against her red apron.
Back to the ground.

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