His lanky body pressed against the wooden rail
Chin in hand
Back curved as he leaned over the edge
Soft wavy hair
Hazel and amber
Catching the rays of the blood orange sun
Red t-shirt crinkled
Flapping in the breeze like a flag
His body soaked in a halo of fire
Green drooped eyes
Just staring
Glazed
Gazing into the distance
Tethered to infinity
To life
To wonder
To joy
To anger
To oblivion
To fear
To the unknown
Two beautiful things
The boy and the bridge
And he didn’t realize it, of course,
That he was
He was
He was