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May 2016
Sitting by the window
of a one engine plane
Thinking to myself
this is insane

The instructor got up
and opened the door
β€œStep up to the line”
marked on the floor

Jump off the edge
hands by your side
Falling so quick
like a bird I will glide

The wind whistling in my ears
sounding like a flute
Now the time has come
to open up my chute

Body rips violently
up towards the sky
Glad that it opened
now I won't die

Spiraling down
without saying a word
Knowing what it feels like
to fly like a bird

Before you know it
here comes the ground
Make a soft landing
without making a sound

Back to the hanger
my chute I will tote
I'd do it again
If I get to vote
The Lunchtime Poet
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The Lunchtime Poet
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