[Critique Group 1] late reminder and my submission

[Tuchyner5 at aol.com]

Hi Group 1 fellows, 
I must apologize for my lateness, but our subs were due  yesterday.  I’ve 
included my own  submission below. Please get yours in by yesterday. We meet 
next Wednesday at  7:30 pm Eastern Standard Time.  
Mary Jo will not be able to attend or to submit. I have  not heard from 
Kevin. If anyone has a suggestion as to who might be a good new  member, please 
let me know.  
 
Leonard 
Lines: 30 
The Parachute Jump 
by 
Leonard Tuchyner  
I’m back in Coney  Island, 
broad wooden planks high above shadowed sand, 
worn and warmed beneath my shoeless soles, 
echo drumbeats of a million feet, 
as Ocean rumbles its ceaseless breath. 
Before my eyes parachutes rise  
higher and higher, into shrouding clouds, 
souls lashed to precarious  seatss, 
our lungs repressed hold our breaths, 
umbilicaled to a silken shroud, 
concealing tenuous tomorrows. 
Bound and harnessed, we can only look down. 
What’s past falls away too slow -- too fast. 
Motion ceases.  Time sunders, 
enfolded by an in-between. 
Only sounds of Ocean’s rumbling, 
as I hang from its silver thread. 
Cracking, jarring movement reborn -- 
feelings of something fearful breaching -- 
falling, falling screaming, clinging  
to a flailing protective placenta. 
Earth rushes up to reclaim us. 
I feel a violent jerking slap, 
and hear an indignant cry. 
To my mortified surprise, 
that sudden wailing sound is mine. 
The boardwalk thrums beneath my feet. 
Summer sun embraces me. 
A sweet sea breeze caresses me. 
All around, the ocean sound sings knowingly. 
_group1 at bluegrasspals.com_ (mailto:group1 at bluegrasspals.com) 
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