Falling off a cliff
into the dirt gray
morning, shuffling
around until hot drink
and the book sits beside
as the gold hair of
morning falls across
the sky; glorious.
Crossing the bad leg
over the better one
as the impressionist
paints with last light,
cold cup and mate beside
until the paint fades back
to gray, a rise and set
in one day; divine.
F.C. Shultz is an author and poet whose work has appeared in Every Day Fiction, the Of Gods and Globes anthology, Ekstasis Magazine, and others. He loves writing stories that place one fantasy element into an otherwise realistic world. He's published four fiction books, and two poetry collections. He’s the poetry editor for The Joplin Toad and lives in the Midwest with his wife and two kids.
