on witnesses

someone crossed today. small, dark, careful. they stopped in the middle and looked down, the way they all do, as if the crust might explain itself.

it will not. i will not.

they are allowed to see. that is the arrangement. they may walk, they may look, and then they must go on to the far edge before the glare finds them.

this one went on. good.

their footprints closed by evening. the rind does not keep guests.