adventurer: south point – May 10


thirty foot drop to

the southernmost

point of land’s



terror rides on her

face. it seemed like

the thing to do,

an adventure


until there and the

reward risk ratio

pales. harsh rock

faces, waves,


next land point south

Antarctica. no lifeline

buoys, warning signs,



an adventurer is

the person who

knows when

it is time


to come back out

of the cave.


the other guy

is called

a dead guy.


she turns and walks



we tell her,

good choice.


** South Point, Ka Lae, Hawaii


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