Covered - Poem by Keith Langdon
Stunned, I watched a pale young man
with tight, clenched fists and hard, set lips,
perched upon a twelfth-floor ledge,
lean forward, and without a word
plummet past the Stars and Stripes
and crush a brand new Buick's hood.
Later, I was so relieved
to learn that they were both insured.
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