It is Las Vegas

the stratosphere hotel

you ask me to go to the stardeck

look at the stars

nothing separating you and the ground

except air

a lot of


peering over the edge

three thousand feet

I donŐt want to

not because of heights

something deep inside

something reckless

willing to risk it all

that is the part of me

i try to stop

southern drawl

a girl stands next to me


tapping her bony fingers on the chair next to me

humming with closed eyes

green I imagine

hummingbird sits on the glass

How did it get here?

lost from home

trying to get back

it flies away


you want to go deeper

into my memory

aching heart

dripping blood

subway wrapper on the ground

why are you yelling?

I cover my ears

that nasty sound

is ringing

make it




© Bryce Leiberman


Bio:  Bryce is a twelve-year-old boy who loves writing poetry.