The man driving
the yellow taxi cab
calls love Geronimo.
It's like jumping off
the Empire State Building
and screaming Geronimo!
at the top of your lungs
all the way down,
he tells me.
But you're not
going to fall to the ground
because love gives you
angel wings to fly, 
he explains.
So love isn't for
the faint-hearted then,
I conclude.
Right, he says.
If you're going to
call it Geronimo, he adds.
And he smiles as we drive past
the Empire State.


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