The Trapeziast

a flower

in the wind

caution

left swinging

she swoops,

like air

she circles

palms flared

upward space

alight

on

blue

universal pulsing

aero waltzing

to central beat

and the landing

but a whim

an extra

a bonus

a swelling

a rush

an art

she leaves her body swinging

 

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