All the Things You Never Ever Told Me
Knollwood Field 2.0
The tan nylon parachute I was attached to like a puppet pinned my to the ground, limp on top of me like a long dead man-of-war, of the the meadow. Purples and blues and yellows dotted the chartreuse spring grass. Broken wildflowers surrounded me where I landed, leaving deep skid marks behind. Underneath furrowed brows I watched the lucky remainders of my squadron melt into the horizon of the fresh morning breeze like dandelion seeds. Gliding to safety beyond Knollwood Field. They didn’t notice that I was the lucky one.
