There is a spirit, possibly mischievous,
possibly benign, that causes boys to jump
from roofs. A shed will do, with graduation
to garage. I slid from mine, arms out, face
forward, bending back my wrists and crying.
There is a spirit, less refined, that causes
boys to jump from windows. First floor
classrooms to drunken leaps three stories
high, to snow banks, comforters
for graceless landings, only hurting pride.
There is a spirit, quite malign, that causes
boys to jump from towers, no parachute,
a moment’s flight in desperation and desire.
And if the landing shatters heart and mind,
boys climb higher.