Combat Boots
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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