Inspiration piece
Up on the Roof
By Donna JT Smith
Response
I danced on the rooftop
One day in the sun,
Until a plane came
And ended my fun;
Then poof went my top half,
Off came my head,
Yet somehow
My bottom half
Refused to be dead.
And even my arms
Continued to flail
Like I was calling all customers
To a big sale!
Someone tethered my jeans
To keep them from walking,
And people just passing
Couldn’t curtail their gawking.
Up on the roof
You will see, perchance,
Blue jeans against sky
Where I used to dance.
With streetlights as footlights
I still gather great crowds –
My feet planted firmly,
My head in the clouds.
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