Twelve
stories
Up
It
is peaceful
Atop
the tallest building
In
this suburban town
I
snuck in
Through
an open gate
Midway
up
A
large zig-zag staircase
Who
cares?
If
I am not
Strictly
speaking
Supposed
to be
Here
I
need this view
This
juxtaposition
Almost
floating
I
leave
Down
the elevator
The
mystery
Evaporated
In
the thinner air
And
I am free
To
ruminate
To
flirt with danger
To
ponder
To
do nothing at all
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