Sprezzatura
Bleeding feet beneath the graceful dance.
Years of practice.
Knife blade through onion skin by Chef,
scarred knuckles for twenty years.
Swan's neck curves like a question.
Beneath churning continuously under water.
Brush moves across white paper in creating a marvel painting.
Decades in each stroke.
Earth spins 927,000 miles daily in creating golden light.
No applause.
Crumpled drafts seventeen times by writer.
The final line breathes.
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