poem

 Golden

To celebrate our 50th anniversary

We’ll go skydiving

Without parachutes

When we land

Everyone assumes we’re dead

But halfway down 

We changed our minds

I shouldn't have let you go first

We should have jumped together   

And now it’s too late

The plane banks into a cloud 

A massive quilt awaits our arrival 

Our luck we probably land 

On a hill of soft pillows

Somewhere in Ohio

Breaking our fall

So it only hurts a little 

Unlikely you say?

More likely than what’s

Happened so far

11/13/25