Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #513
Words:  breath, river, beams, touch, summer, paper,
        simple, needles, swallows, humble, bend, crowd


She gazed at
the breadth
of the river
as beams of summer
sunlight touched
the bones and bend
of her back.  
A crowd had gathered.
She felt her skin
prickle like needles.
Something was wrong.
Humble swallows sang
their simple tunes
on the wing.  She drew
closer and spotted
a lifeboat on the water.
A paper sign was posted.
A man had been seen
jumping into the river.
She wondered what his
chances were.

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