• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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PERFECT MOMENT

The thrill of take-off clasped bowels so,
I felt obliged to tighten cheeks.
It was passing spasm though
phantasm of potential reek,
and then I could enjoy the view

until instructor opened door
to pierced air, which buffeted my chest
that I might have hit the floor –
chute and all – but passed the test ...
and then I could enjoy the view.

And then I found I lacked a *must*:
the canopy was oddly missing ...
but at least a kindly gust
tacked to where sand sea was kissing.
I can at least en–

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