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I wanted to catch him because he was my father
But he managed to squeeze between the rail and the fence anyway,
Not noticing his image—whole—mirrored in the still water.
His eyes were closed when he jumped
And his thoughts went from tangled to clear.
His body fell like a ladder falling away from the side of a building—slow—
With his shoes leading the way
To the steel grey blue below.
We did not find him for fourteen days.
And even when we found him, we lost.