Icarus of the Condos

Things slow down.

His body slows as it falls, speeds up
when it hits the ground.


and a puff of white from the dirt below,
a punch in the gut from above.

Dead stop.

Birds freeze mid-flight.
Dogs catch their barks in their throats.

Rain falls from the sky.
The boy who falls has fallen.

Bare feet.

White soles like searchlights
My eyes like moths.

His mouth in the shape
Of an “O”.


A newborn on his belly.
A liquid halo.
An octopus reaching for the sea.

Author: Anne Walk

Secret writer turned not so secret writer.

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