There’s a city out there

he wants to be part of .

Its skyscrapers jagged edges

etch their way across his mind.

From the tenement top

he can almost touch them.

Leaning an inch, two, three,

too far, he’s falling , falling


pin-wheeling arms

throw him back to try

in desperation, driving him, again

and again, until fatigue defeats him.

Then with arms hugging folded knees in despair,

he watches darkness descending

on a dimming distant skyline.