free fall

Still got shingle in my shoes
From saint Margarets
As I step from the train doors
My parachute of text books
Carefully packed on my back
Down into the city we descend
A strip of grey against the stark bright sky.
Like a swarm of bees on the horizon
In a cartoon riffing on the follies
Of urban man
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