A pair of combat boots in black,
Abandoned
on the top
Of
the ramp right by the river
Brought
me to a sudden stop.
Beside
them was a khaki shirt,
Its
arms tied to the rail.
Together
they suggested
That
their owner tried to bail.
For
a leap into the river,
When
nobody is about,
Seems
to be a way to end one’s life,
An
urban exit out.
There
might be an explanation,
Unlike
mine, about those boots,
But
the evidence implies my theory’s
What
this constitutes.
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