Scotty stands at the top of his apartment building, <br />Over the ledge that overlooks the skyline. <br />Jagged concrete and metal welded against <br />The finest cerulean marble sky-shine. <br /> <br />He does not bother to peer down at the street, <br />Cars stand-still and people obliviously walking fast <br />And as he leaps off the edge <br />An armada of doves above him sail past. <br /> <br />He locks his eyes upon them, they flutter high <br />Towards the range ahead <br />And a tear remains embedded in Scotty's eye <br />As a tint of regret is shed instead. <br /> <br />The free fall rustles his shirt as it bursts open <br />And he closes his eyes, <br />Already surrendered to angel blushers, <br />Then he falls <br />And bounces <br />Up and down, <br />Up and down <br />On a safety net just installed for the window washers.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-free-falling-beneath-heaven-s-doves/
