At the Great Wall

Feet before mine wore smooth the towering stairs.

Soles–naked, tethered, aching–dimpled the rock into waves of gray.

Thousands of fingers etched trails along frontier edges, notched secure nooks.

Now, I climb slowly, careful not to look left or right,

afraid I might stumble on the ghosts of travellers before me.

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