she sent so many letters
but watched helpless from the balcony
as dancing sheets of rain washed the ink from the pages
she still blooms brightly in this diving silence
still trying to twist some sense of this view
from the archway
dynamic in slow moving metered steps
as her hair falls forward over the cascading rails
sending a new torrent of lovely lunatic paper angels
to the empty corners of rain slicked streets below
she watches captivated as her angels simmer sink and descend
but remains resentful of the way they fall so slowly
while she remains a guest of black buildings
looking for a moment to jump...
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