Gymnast Poem by Kevin East
Gymnast
That Gazelle of poise
And grace.
A Ballerina
Of time and space.
A silent movie
Of choreography.
Olympian sublime.
An acrobat with rhyme.
That twists and bends.
Then glides so free.
She
Moves like a symphony.
She grooves
With liquidity.
Flowing
To her finale.
Knowing
Just to keep her head.
Stops dead.
To crashing applause.
A pause,
As clouds unfold.
- Then Gold! .
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