Not against the wall
But pivoted in free space,
I cling to the top bar
Straddling the air
In fear and anticipation,
Lunging long to flight.

Skinny mats over hardwood
Promise little bounce but,
An unencumbered eight,
Lungs can out-climb air,
Never found the ground
Before I met the light.




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Steve Smart is a poet and visual artist who also has experience in information design. View all posts by stevedsmart

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