clean fall morning
along the crowded street
repetitive days
crash rouses building
searching through darkness confused
climbing thick black smoke.
treed now no higher
red dogs nip at exposed heels
no more up only out
choice looms gray as fumes
stinging eyes and choking lungs
act or not to act
clear cage crashes out
skyline appears as smoke
billows out and up
film reel windowpanes
flicker through biography
a life shortly summed
faces in windows
i wonder how much longer
i’ll be falling
