A Ledge in the City

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

An odd, hopeful, yet terrifying sight with some deep contemplation... and a rhyme or two. Written in 2013

Submitted: September 09, 2018

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Submitted: September 09, 2018



A single man stands like a bird watcher
though there aren’t any birds in his sight.
He stands to observe, to think, to decide,
while the flocks keep passing him by.

He sees the faces all whirring below,
in tiny cars, anonymous and fast,
and the sun behind him boils beautifully bloody—
a simplicity which never can last.

Each moment he spends on this ledge of his
adds cause for his thoughts to darken.
Images of Grim had followed him there
and try to push his feet from the garden.

But something still holds him from choosing his fate
above this city of the restless fowl flying:
he’s a man wrapped tightly in blankets of hope
that there are others who stand up there, trying.

© Copyright 2018 Jane Steward. All rights reserved.

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