everyday
you put on
your tights,
grab your
balance bar,
powder your hands,
slip into your
slippers, then
go out the window
to walk the high
wire. it could
go either way.
depending on
the wind,
the weather.
who cheers you
on, or heckles you
from below.
everything is up
for chance,
as you inch along
the outstretched
wire
of your day.
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