the para

 The Paratrooper

 

I was falling through the air couldn’t see a thing, opened up

my big black umbrella and descended in an orderly fashion.

A scythe of a moon gave enough light so I could see the coastline

and the dark, menacing sea just waiting to fill my lung with water.

By manipulating the umbrella`s ribs, I landed safely on the beach,

folded the collapsible and got away as foam and horrid sea tried to

drag me under. To get home I had to walk through a monocultural

nightmare of pop music, endless Fado, and orange trees the bore

nothing, but yellow fruit no one bothers to pick up as the land

is drowning in sticky juice and no gin. Anyway, supermarkets sold

virtual orangeade. I was walking uphill now, downhill too, but

mostly uphill. From a hilltop, I could see my cottage; noticed the yard

light was still on and hear the desultory din of an aeroplane circling

 looking for a lost passenger

 

🌷 (1)

◄ God`s laughter

the gloom of October ►

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