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 Just a figure on a bridge
 knees hunched, hands on head.
 Within the haze above the road
 he seemed to be floating,
 and as the railings came into focus
 they caged him like a gibbet.

 Even from a distance
 I could gauge his desperation
 undulating like the heat waves
 in which he was suspended.
 As I approached, then passed beneath
 I could see the angst on his face.

 I continued to watch,
 his back as taut as a rock climber's
 in my rear view. As his confines faded,
 for a moment I thought he would drop.
 Don't jump I whispered, as he became
 a dark speck against the sky blue.