By Mary Buchinger

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river   city   sky
spectrum  of grey
ungiving surfaces

nothing immediate
available here

between cities

jumped from
this low bridge
I wonder

where she stood
how she managed
to die from here

which of my
skyline beacons
did she last see

who saw
her fall
who called

I  a mile away maybe
mounting steps
to work

or turning the key
in my door

– Mary Buchinger