mpls
i stand
on the washington
avenue bridge
and smile.
i'm expanding beyond
this falling
in love with
the angled city
skyline.
i lean over
the iron railing watch
water tumble
beneath blurred students
and frayed tires.
i've found that home
no longer concerns
porch lit nights
and garden gates
that the world
is as flat
as they first believed
that beyond the sharp horizon
the river
becomes a waterfall
into nothing.
i wait
for quiet
to pass
allow
my senses
to close
i'm happier
than
i've ever
been.
