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Big
Apple Circus, Lincoln Center, NY
Round,
round, round - jugglers'
rings, bicycles,
wheels, bouncing
balls, and children's eyes
Children
watch, but unamazed
to them, nothing
is impossible.
Babies,
unimpressed with
acrobats and
jugglers,
watch other babies.
Gravity
- jugglers' nemesis,
But where would
they
be without it?
Even
babies adorn themselves-
bright gems of
spittle
gleam on their chins.
by Sabra Fenske
Hickory Creek, Texas
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New
Prop
1:
Begin
his
eyes widen
his package has arrived
he enjoys opening it
from a far away place
from a reputable dealer
from a glossy catalog
five hand-made beanbags
the finest
the costliest
he grasps them
they're perfect
they smell good
they feel like heaven
he squeezes, fondles, stares
examines the workmanship
and "now I shall attempt to juggle five
he stands poised and begins
throw throw throw throw throw
catch throw catch throw
drop drop catch drop drop
2:
Steps
I
am
I am going to
I am going to pick
I am going to pick it
I am going to pick it up
I am going to pick it up and
I am going to pick it up and try
I am going to pick it up and try again
by
Raphael Harris
Jerusalem, Israel
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Juggling
Red balls briefly fill
the
palms of my hands
solid
slap of a rhythm
sensed,
not measured
balance
of three into
A
tnangle flips end over end.
I
rule over geometry
as
it turns, corner by corner,
through
my curved hands.
Wrists
spring up and down,
the
sides of a scale
seeking
symmetry.
by
Theresa Hemmer
Dubuque, Jowa
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Performance
Each ball moves
away from his world,
circling him
like
a sun, a bird
in a tree with three apples
five, or three hundred,
all
the same apple.
Whatever comes down, he knows
must go up again;
perhaps
he was born
in China, or upside-down.
You might think him sly,
with
a child's love for bright things
but his eyes ignore
whatever he's caught. One ball
is
pretty much like
another;
it's never enough.
by
David Keller
Roosevelt, New Jersey |