Staring into the abyss
I start to fall forward down.
Branches I hit, ledges too.
Obstacles race toward me
I throw my momentum left
I miss a ledge, that’s suc...
Let them be.
The pile of bags is pressed to the wall.
There is a man in there.
His jacket is caked with weeks of dirt.
He may not want to talk or move.
Let h...