Untitled - June 8, 2004

It's a freefall
from a hundred feet,
plummeting towards earth
with no fear of stopping.

In a moment between screaming
and shouting endless release,
the need to find solace
takes over,
and slows everything down.

The plate glass
reflects the twinkle of office lights
until it becomes a white blur.

Held breathless by the shimmering glow
of hungry eyes,
the sharp whistle cuts through the air
catching the attention of a yellow cab
immediately.

The fierce jolts between stoplights
and stray pedestrians veering away
from the wild ride as desperation
overwhelms nerves of steel
and is soothed by the turning of the tides -
a crimson haze receding
into the background
as the gasping breaths slow in turn.

#5 of the Taxi Cab Confessionals Series

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