Trampoline man –

Disembarking a trampoline in bits, onto dry land, onto short clean even grass, coming into land on a headstrong complainer
My jumping up and down, up and down, up and down, those able attempts at Babel without necessary bricks and mortar, a conversation killer
Was trying to reach the skirt-less passing skydiver, missed her pink ankles with grabbing finger prongs, she was flying fast, spearing-down with – ‘No parachute!’
Non-trampolinist cuts a hole in black bounce mat, again, again and again, my end, my deliverance
Climbed Babel, now on the high roof with ultra-xx chromosome skydiver, body mass passed her stilettos, contents of her purse, together, unconditional accelerated motion

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