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Farmington

The road is finally open, its pavement
Smooth and black, the orange barrels
Scattered far from my eyes.
The September air is cold in the Forest Park

Baptist Church parking lot as I walk up
The path to the bridge. Across the street,
Through the stainless fence, the sign is clear
on the concrete overpass north of OCC.

I can barely stand and stare, the
Vehicles on 696 like an army of drums
Beating constantly, the motion of the
Pavement rocking the bridge,

Never slowing down,
My eyes barely able to
Open, the cold sadness glaring
Across the road.

It is 8: 30,13 days and five hours
After she leapt, alone in the dark.
I cannot bare to imagine her last moments,
The awful emptiness of despair.

Why is the concrete wall so short?
Why wasn't there a high fence
Across the street that could not be climbed,
That would stop a young girl

From scaling such height and valor
To face darkness and death? I stand
Still, waiting a minute for the
Breath of her spirit to shhh

In my ear, I'm here, I'm here,
I know now how many mourn
That I'm gone....I can see the sign
Where I fell and felt my last breath...

Rachael, We Love You Forever.
I wait for her aura but the morning is
So mournful, the cars on Farmington
Whispering something else,

No breath in my ear,
Just a faint prayer of
Rachael floating wherever
Her sisters' dreams propel

Her shadow, down empty roads
Without cars, no pavement,
No sadness or cruelty,
Just floating, floating.

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