During the first crash,
stockbrokers and their investors
having been stripped of all
jumped to their deaths.
In New York, I once watched a Jill jump
or rather a Jill fell.
The 5th floor of my new building
is based with a ground cushion;
plantings that would treacherously soften the impact.
One could easily get carried away, live another day.
No way to make it to the sidewalk
unless one really threw themselves, took a running start,
threw their arms in the air as if to catch it;
an albatross with broken wings trying to fly.
Nov 7, 2013