My muscles are tired
and filled with sunshine,
tight tendons aching
to be stretched after
bursting bleacher runs,
bicycle sit-ups, and a single
just-high-enough hurdle.
I ease into Warrior One,
feet planted firmly on the grass –
inhale slowly,
lift my gaze to the clouds –
and topple ungracefully
as their breezy drift
blows me over like a feather.
I get up,
close my eyes this time,
and try again.
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