with the wire
stretched taut
across the city
below, twenty stories
up or more, a wavering
line, coiled tight
as tight can be,
but still catching wind
and quivering, he
mounts with soft feet
and a balance pole
to get from here
to there, no other
reason, than to do it
and say he did
without falling
and dying a pointless
death.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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