The Walk (Final Version)

The faltering heartbeat

of two trespassers pierced

through the air

as they let their footsteps

fall gently on the ground.

It seemed surreal.

The vines had been awakened

by the intrusive rays,

permeating through the hollow crevices.

The path was illuminated,

not just by light. Every

ounce of minuscule crittery conversation

and every splash of a petal's brilliance

converged into a sight that

Eden would have been proud of.

“Such beauty.” they whispered, careful not to

let their voices corrupt

this tranquility.

Careful, always so

Careful.

They dug into their bags.

Cameras poised and ready to etch

the still on flimsy celluloid.

Clicks and flashes. Flashes and clicks.

Angles. Composition. Color.

They cocked their heads

and strained their arms

till the sky released its grief

in a torrent of fat droplets.