Gymnastics
forward roll-the promise of more
cartwheel clumsy around
hope to never fall down!
cause life is a backbend
round off now,
warmer, stronger.
independence on beams-
seems life is a backbend
vault- sprint and dive rolls
chilling twirling on floors
can there be more?
when life is a backbend?
wrinkled dimgray mat
chalky hands cannot grasp
what slides by hand, then foot
-time is the backbend
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