Atop a neighbour's front porch roof
flat, corrugated tin catches the sun
so small feet tingle;
below the ground flat and hard
dares the test.
In the distance voices provoke,
I am the last to leap;
fear is something we cannot share
separates us one and all –
feet farewell tin…
hit the ground
swifter than the mind can predict
roll and stand, smile;
nothing is harder
than that first leap.
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