On the overpass
a man throws his arms up
In crucifixion grace
His expression is wandering between
Elation and desecration
Face ****** to the late afternoon sun
Belly pressed to the rail like the bow of a ship
My stomach curdling
I pass beneath him
Panicked, I check the rear view for swerving cars and relieved,
find none.
At home the 911 call list shows nothing
On that stretch of road.
I hope he was only greeting the autumn
An icarus whose wings
Never melted.
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
On the overpass
a man throws his arms up
In crucifixion grace
His expression is wandering between
Elation and desecration
Face ****** to the late afternoon sun
Belly pressed to the rail like the bow of a ship
My stomach curdling
I pass beneath him
Panicked, I check the rear view for swerving cars and relieved,
find none.
At home the 911 call list shows nothing
On that stretch of road.
I hope he was only greeting the autumn
An icarus whose wings
Never melted.
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