By chris
Date: 2006 Nov 13
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To the Freeway Jumper

The sun stays the same here
most of the time
But some days it warms us and some days
we shiver even as it reddens our
faces

November
No summer monsoon clouds or spring
dust storms
yet
to fill these terrible spaces

You jumped in the dark
from a highway overpass where roads heading
north
south
east
west
come together
The city was there
but I doubt you could see
the rest of what makes this place a place -
not the mesa or
the mountains
where the transmission towers on the crest
must have looked
like
disembodied points of light
anchored to nothing