sylvia in her flight.

soaring
fluttering
groping
with her intwined
lifeless
legs at flight
the particles of the air
in love with her
broosed
brooded
skin
8 flights high
small, insignificant
ginormis tower
of a building
jumped
leaped
sylvia
in her
shimmer
silver white
wedding dress
thats rather extravagant
almost
but not quite
elegant
it was not the child
screaming
weeping at home
not the hairy
shaggy
manic husbind
not the failed poetry
that in half a century
will be hung upon
a pedestal
as the model
of a masterpiece
non of that.
sylvia
in her flight
only thought
of how lucky she was
to end her life
on a rather warm
breezy
day.