Jumper
standing
the cars look like ants
the wind is harsh up here
it bites through my clothes
chilling me to the bone
rock
hello
i kick you with my toe
falling i loose sight of you
before you hit the ground
thinking back
to why i am up here?
to jump thats right
i am not sad
mearly observant
note
i take you from my pocket
and set you down
so they will read
but they will not understand
sigh
this is where
i should have second thoughts
but i do not
i am not sad
stepping off
i begin to drop
so many things
to observe so
quickly
faces
shocked
confused
most do not see
they watch their tv
lights
become a blur
so beautiful
the stars
and cars
life
goes by before my eyes
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poem by Zachery Wilcoxson
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