A Walk About Town
The sky was a peach being shaved.
Fragments of its skin,
Draped along the red brick
That held the Hope Mission
I could hear the clanking
Of donated utensils
Onto plastic plates.
To the authority
The air was ripe with spring!
A clean scent,
Like that of new glass,
Or flesh cleansed with ocean tides.
Along the walking bridge,
Where a boy leaped
Over the wooden barrier.
Balanced on the ball of heels,
While looking down
At the polluted water below.
I thought of suicide attempts
“That's dangerous.” I said.
He smiled devilishly.
“I do this all the time.” With laughter.
In the response
A minuscule account
Of daredevil simplicity.
Just being a child.
I was but a mere tool
To witness it.
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