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Sparring
"Ki-Ahp!" I draw back my arm like a sword,
stepping back to challenge, before bracing forward.
Like weapons meeting, grunting lips clink,
each movement controlled, bodies never link.
Roundhouse kicks swing, kumgang punches pop.
Whirlwinds can be felt with each rapid chop.
Maneuvers are blocked with reflexes swift.
From side to side, back and forth we shift.
Rhythmically flowing like a rehearsed dance,
we give-and-take with each emboldened glance.
A stern whistle blows; we wipe our moist brows,
then respectfully shake hands, after our bows.
1-16-2023
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Juliet Ligon
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