I decided to live on a fifth floor
because I enjoy viewing things from
afar
most afternoons
I watch down
on the swaying of the city
the moody strangers
the angry cars
a fifth floor is a nest
seated on the branch
of a decaying tree
sunsets are my favorite
when the ooze of night
drips over the frightened lampposts
quickly the children of the day
retreat to their smaller caves
on a fifth floor
there is not much to do
but watch the ambiguous expressions
of pedestrians
and listen to the tired screams
of ambulances
while the cool autumn air
sinks
between the concrete-walled
canyon
I moved to a fifth floor
so I could have thoughts
like these
and to never
become
one of them.
Beyond Language 
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