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Night Jump

by Rose Llera

The engine growls
Grip on the static line
His sole sense of solidity
World flitting past the open door
He waits without breath
Two taps on his shoulder
And a whispered prayer
Pulling him from the threshold
Falling feet forward
Before sprouting wings
From pack
Strapped to his shoulders
Suspended by a string
Moonlight polishing his boots.