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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 89


this guy a professional
house painter once fell
it could only happen once
from an nth story apartment
when his scaffolding
came undone

           as he flew toward
earth his life or what
fleeting bits he thought remained
clouds shingled rooftops frightened
swallows flashing past
his eyes refusing to shut
he caught the outstretched
limbs of a pine god or bob
ross wet brushed there by happy
accident & bounced
from branch

           to splintering branch
slowing his descent
just enough so he survived
he died a few months later
it’s worth noting not
due to the fall itself but
from what doctors termed
complications point being
you must simplify your life

  Matt Morris