Every Wednesday I come up to the parking garage
and think about how high up it is I look down and
think about all the things I'd hit if I were to jump if
I were to fall from this high, would it hurt ?
stare
the blue sky and the dirt below me.
I wonder what it would be like, immediate death or instant pain.
so every Wednesday I come up to the parking garage and think about what I'd hit as I fell
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Rainy days
PoetryThis is a poetry book where I write about little adventures I encounter in life. This world is a big place. Do you know what's out there?🤔