Man on the roof (Poem)
I’ve only known the vision from the ground, a agreeable, winter sky
Suspended between a purple lightning evening and a fractured leaf fall.
Man prowling on the roof what do you want to defy?
Do you desire to know the window covered walls?
That hang just above the horizons oxygen supply.
Perhaps, I will join you there, where those of concrete turn a blind eye.
Tell me, one who is just a scrape closer to the clouds.
Before I come and see for myself, is it better up there away from the crowds?
