The wrestlers

Perfectly still in the park they await
the signal of a third boy.  Our spectator,
unobserved near the canoe dock, feels
a secret response in his own body,
a great quiet energy surging
toward kinetic release.

Our sculpture breaks apart and the two
are lost in the struggle, the full will of each
become physical impact, bursts
of speed and power countered
by the skilled bulk of a muscle.

But no, not effectively, one
gains advantage, one falls, the focus
is already dissipated, they laugh
and become two again.


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