on the balance
beam
she tip toes
across,
arms in front of her
juggling
balls,
head straight,
trying hard not
to fall
or to drop anything.
all day
she walks the narrow
ledge
keeping
her life in order,
keeping
the ground
at a distance,
her fragile world in
the air.
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