The wind breezes gently through my wits.
Up high on the roof tops things seem peaceful in the pressing dawn.
You don't see the lost souls from up here.
In some ways you could forget the shouts and jeers that follow you down below.
The sun just peaks above the horizon and I slip on my shades.
The sky is lit in firey bursts of oranges and pinks.
The sun burns my tired eyes with it's radiance.
I can't help but smile.
The wind breezes gently through my wits again and I am brought back to my original purpose.
I stand on the edge and look to the pavement six stories below.
I hope I land on one of them.
A.J. Downey
09-13-1999
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