Living in free fall
In that moment
Hair whipped back
Terminal velocity
Playing its tricks
I chose this time
When the blackbirds
Were tuning up
And you would he fitful
But sleeping
I chose it well
A minimum fuss
A maximum truss
Holding me up up and away
A cord-free Bungee
No bouncing back
For this rubber ball
Under chair legs
Along the skirting
And out the porch
Over and out
Breathe your words
And wave goodbye

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