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For A Time

11.08.17 Posted in today's words by

Amber F. Vinicrombe’s most recent poem to appear here was “Autumn Gardner” (December 2012)

For A Time
By Amber F. Vinicrombe

He was a trapeze swinger
For a time
He was a tightrope walker
For a time
Who was I to know
Which way he’d go?

I was posed
For a time
Wide-armed beneath an apple tree
An open- mitted catcher’s squat
For a time
I was ready for his gravity and stinging speed.

When I wasn’t looking
He slipped into the moonlit mist
White into white.

One Response to “For A Time”

  1. Ray Sharp says:

    This is vivid and mysterious, concrete and ethereal, heavy and light, a little poetic miracle.

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