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

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poem by Zachery Wilcoxson
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