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
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.