jump! i said to her

hesitating by the river gap that parts.

(a half written sunrise on the east while something dark souled already making westing)

i offered the coffee suffocated with beans from the four corners of my heart,

the untouchable man with four arms and forty fingers miles apart,

the torch lit by a homeless fire that once was stolen but now sold as art.

jump! i started to call

as the clouds above the echoes breathed a sigh

she reached for the air and missed knowing she would die