Snapshot Time - Steel City Bistro, a poem

Etched in my photo memory
is you jumping
the wild gurgling half meter wide river
We were running for our lives
On Seventh Avenue.
  I see your form
   in a still frame moment
As you leapt the curb
    your knees bent forever
      captured in mid-jump
  snapshot time.
  Running through the streets
      in the rain in June
   Dodging oncoming cars
  I remember thinking
       it was like a side scroll
           8 bit game that we would beat.
  The waitress kept tripping
    we worried she would crash
        sooner or later as her soles
      caught on concrete of
   the Lakeview District.
  I wanted to nick the pub
      glasses with their recalcitrant logos
           we drank from
     They were wild, homeless
          and orphaned
           like us.