It looks like a game

of chance. But no, -

this trim, skim glide

is the art of balance.

In our dream we too slide

lifting a leg behind us,

then turning figure eights

and spinning back

we hurtle over glinting steel

bend on one knee and rise

the way a flower in winds

rises, with the gift of grace.

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