(Poem 155 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
What goes up
might come down,
depending on the
amount of fun
being had by the
bouncers involved,
the relative weight
of giggles to the
equal and opposite
force of carefree-ness
being exerted,
tempered only by
the exuberant joy
of breathless
collapse.
@Home Studio – 155th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Trampoline photos to accompany my poem:
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