The View
I jump from the burning tower
From the ninety-sixth floor
I hear seagulls and sirens
Traffic and silence
I see the panorama of
Sunlight on the harbor
I smell jet fuel
And autumn on the way
The crisp apple air
Kisses and caresses me
The taste of that breakfast donut
Eaten at my desk lingers
Relic of a former life
I think blessings on you
Mannahatta and
O how clear the sky
I spread my arms wide
Live and love and die
--Patrick Mizelle
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