Instead of writing to someone else’s prompt, I wrote today’s poem for Yuri’s Night, the sixtieth anniversary of the first time we put a human in orbit.
Falling Free
Mission Control didn’t know
how he’d react without weight
so they locked the controls
just in case
but Yuri delighted
in feeling floating falling
first to see the firmament
from the outside
He jumped from his little ball
ten minutes before it landed
drifting to earth
under a parachute
breathing that voluptuous air
of Russian spring
landing on his feet
weighted once more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
This is great. I like the F alliteration. I went with the Ss. Great minds and all that. :)
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And standing on the shoulders and such… Thanks!
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I felt like the one falling…a dream of mine is to be freely floating with no pain. Hmm I think there is a poem in that.
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And this is the perfect month to write it down!
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