A stranded vision, buoyant on deep green,
transferring weight from blade to blade
his effortless spirals cricking my neck
following his perfecting form:
Correcting angles, squaring hips
centring the trunk
he’s gone!
Now I’m lost.
He’s blended
transcended
become one
shifted self
eternal, internal
alchemist,
tamed his heart
reached his God
in a park
in a city
on
a wet Tuesday.
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