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                   "Life is being on the wire; everything else is just waiting"
                                              -- Karl Wallenda

Like Poe's baleful bird in a body suit designed 
to befriend the wind, beautiful in black against day-
break in a Manhattan sky, 100 meters up 'plus que 
Le Tour Eiffel' and graceful as a 'danseur' at the Opera 
Garnier, he is cloudspeak, sky-creature, one foot
firmly on the wire, then the second, as if reprising 
rehearsals a continent away, while partners 
in crime in the wings swallow their apprehension, 
knowing he will check out his balance 
from the bank in which only he deposits.

Daybreak in the city that never sleeps, 
the divine somnambulist steps out as surely as 
a seabird flying overhead seeks salt.  Would 
that I had been among the throngs gathered 
below, ordinary endeavors discarded, necks 
craning at the eclipse of the sun, 'grace a' not one, 
but eight crossings in the space of an hour 
between each tower of the World Trade Center 
in the greatest city in the world.  And, 

he is laughing at his would-be captors, 
dancing out of reach, time and time again 
until at last they cajole him down, and hand-
cuffed, lead him away, asking 'Why, Why? 
to which he replies, 'There is no Why', juggling
a policeman's cap upon his nose.  Pardon him?  Yes, 
they must-- to the hurrahs of onlookers 
and into the arms of Erath (or her earthly surrogate) 
no newsreel needed, clothing airborne, body-
to body, skin-to-skin, heart to heart.  Passion
for life?   'Cest beau comme ca' ...

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  1. Date: 4/2/2011 11:15:00 AM
    Some like to live on the edge. Not this person. My son is a free lance clarinetist, working out of San Francisco. Has lived on the edge his entire life, never knowing where the next buck will come from. I don't think he could handle security - too boring. He has to be on the move constantly. Love, dave

  1. Date: 2/14/2011 1:25:00 AM
    i like the combination of french and english!