Jumper Poem by Phillip Erb

The acerbic odor of urine and life
Enters her nose and heats her toes
She doesn’t believe she can forget
To notice what she breathes
Then she doesn’t and pink lips
Turn from blue to gray
As her shadow turns the other direction
Slowly she walks away
Blind and guided by a delightful chorus
Resonating from the swelling cleft
Separating the mystery from rapture
where the prodigals are all welcomed home
with love.