The Diver, by Solene
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The crowd
pauses,
time stops,
and when she thinks
she is ready,
she jumps
off the edge
of the highest
diving board, pushing
her feet
into the
air,
while everyone stares
without a noise.
Breath held,
it all happens so fast,
yet incredibly
slow,
and while
floating there,
she turns
and spins
and rushes to the ground,
in a perpendicular form,
through the roar of the crowd,
into the water
without a splash.
-- Solene |
Posted: 2009-11-07 17:13:24 UTC |
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