Jackie

The sky was held up so high above him
his face pressed into the grass
the bottle nearly empty
Jackie had jumped the high line
with just the bottle
that he stole
he was so tired
from all the running
he could feel the bones shake in his skin
slept all the way from mississippi
to new york city
the same sky held above him
closed his mouth
and held his breathing
in the grass
he laid low,
his stomach completely empty
they saw his chest rise on a breath
he had no way of knowing
the same sky still held above him
his face pressed
into the grass