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The Lunchtime Poet
Poems
May 2016
My Descent
Sitting by the window
of a one engine plane
Thinking to myself
this is insane
The instructor got up
and opened the door
βStep up to the lineβ
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
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