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come down, curling
the nape of his neck,
return in a hundred years
he catches them,
One by one, by name.
in his juggler's stance
is all of seventeen.
Cool Nordic eyes pierce a shadow's shadow,
the houses fill and empty
All is gone or shall soon be going
and lovers like trains,
myth of Jericho,
we put together.
the linen creases
the bed of man and wife
the silent partner balancing.
task is equilibrium,
difficult to find in the light
an unwilling moon, .
world gone brooding.
is an aphrodisiac for spirit,
our small worlds falter and fall.
tosses spheres like odes
us all, for endurance,
everyone who chews the dust.
One by one he is casting us out.
Woods - Houston, Texas
must be something
with your eyes, lips, ambidexterous
against the wall on
the bed. Look at those shadows
In the hall!
There was this guy, I think guy,
Harvard Square who was
hit, known all over there,
four or five years;
he did was keep
balls in the air.
Anthony - Windsor, Vermont
Up here on' the high wire it's a sheer
dance, a one-night mission
the Big Top, without a safety net
cusion. It's the taunting misstep,
sharp intake of breath, exhalations
the squeamish egging me on, and the world
veined to the core, perched
the tip of my tongue. I juggle spangled
from one palm to another, a marriage
holding on and letting go. You'd think
now I'd let it fall, the world cracked
like a skull, bits of hair, feathers,
loose associations. But once I knew
buttons on a fly, the upturned collar,
child licking her fingers imagining
an Africa, I knew all matter while compressed
is no longer solitary. Ask me how I keep it
twirling, defying gravity with every turn
never tell. You won't read fear
eyes that glitter, dazzle, take you
storm. Come one, come all, observe
communion with infinity. See the fabulous
the foolhardy toes. Be amazed
the pupil of possibility.
Goldberg - Bethesda, Maryland
Boy Who's Learning to Juggle
in a haze. Sky blue balls
him, like disciples
in a smooth arc through the wheel
his young life.
studies the crest of the pitch,
neat slap of the catch
says he knows a girl so tall
when she stands, he nearly drowns.
hands flutter like new birds,
everything in order to fly.
air folds an endless ellipse.
throws fast and shallow
hard and deep into the sky,
and perfects as breathing.
says he's ready for sabers
torches. He says he has odd dreams
he can breathe underwater,
he can swim for miles and miles.
Wilding - San Diego, California