Death and Rebirth

Two caught on film who hurtle
from the eighty-second floor,
choosing between a fireball
and to jump holding hands,

aren't us. I wake beside you,
stretch, scratch, taste the air,
the incredible joy of coffee
and the morning light.

From September Twelveth, 2001 by X. J. Kennedy

[ 13 September 2006 9:16 pm submitted by Unknown ]