Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman
I walked along the peak of the roof
with Jim Free.
Mohawk from Thunderbay
but I didn’t care.
I loved his big laugh
and his loud ideas.
He spoke easy.
The shingles were still warm from the day.
I curled my toes around the edges
bending the sunset.
“You’re fearless,” he said.
and flicked our butts into the street below.
We didn’t care
they were only fiberglass then