Autumn Leaves

By Aidan Greenspan

The narrowing empire state building loomed below her feet

The air held her hair completely out of her face

This is the last tower she could ever think of coming near

When she was six, she could never dream of coming to such a place

Her feet became squirmish and her knees have turned numb

Her eyes became glossy and her breathe smelled strongly of rum

Her palms became clammy in the orange leaves of autumn

She’s sure she'd be less scared if she were at the bottom