Two minutes to land this happened pursuit
In time to settle to ground in canopied chute
While all onlookers gather round
Float I here above the ground
Here I make my decent
In hopes I might leave a gentle
Footprint
How shall I remain
Shall I see the sun again
While I linger amid the wind
It catches me in its currents
And slowly I drift down
Down to the ground
-Joshua Lee Foist
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