STOCKBROKER ON A TRAMPOLINE

In my pale-pink shirt
and ever-so-slightly too-tight suit,
I look something like a jolly stockbroker
jumping into the clear blue sky
up from my brother’s trampoline.

Who says that trampolines
are for children and Russian athletes?
Defying gravity is plastic surgery
for the soul and should be for everyone,
even those men in their wedding suits.