the blue-dotted man swings his legs/and hand-traverses to near/the end of the curvature of chain-link fencing./after a warmup couple of lower-body swings/he flips
and quickly is on top of the arc of chain-link.
near one of the fence’s supporting struts/he gains his feet, standing with some wobble/and looking up at the drone.
“It is only thirty feet or so to the water,” says the man, ” but of the dozens of jumpers this bridge has seen since it was built, only four survived.
“I hope to be the fifth. This invention of mine [pulls a squat cylinder out of a pocket] will save my life…or not.”
with that the man jumps off the bridge.
(end of part 2)
One with Clay, Image and Text 