This is an improv off of James Wright's “Saying Dante Aloud”
Rappelling off a Waterfall
You can taste the sweat and iron coursing through in warming and deepening puddles like a penny melting under your tongue. You stiffen for a minute, waiting for the man to charade directions about legs out like sitting in a chair while keeping butts down, you look at a lizard on the side of the canyon, blended in with the rock and rising water.
What I really liked from the piece was the whole first line...basically the only line. But specifically "under your tongue." I think the fact that the whole poem was based off something you couldn't see, surprised me. I wanted to use that location for something that you can see and feel and figure out how those two could play off of each other.
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