Juggler's World: Vol. 43, No. 1
Poem by Becky Saunders
Aiming high beyond the drone of the crowd
Just a brief focus on a passing cloud
Unable to bridle this ripened fear
Gasping for breath; they approach me: Too Near!
Gallantly masking the struggle within
Laying up patterns; turmoil clubs spin
Ever so slowly the fear starts to ebb
Reality fades; they're caught in my web
Spinning around them, enchantment moves on
When the spell is broken, I shall be gone
Over and over, I live it again
Revising my moves; how it should have been
Living a dream, I still court a romance
Determined, yet anxious, for my next chance...
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