Carol Ann Duffy - Talent

[highlyeccentric]

This is the word tightrope. Now imagine
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts. He holds our breath.

There is no word net.

You want him to fall, don't you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.

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All due credit to kabarett for posting this on poetree recently. I'm having a moody cow of an afternoon and resort to recent bookmarks rather than anthologies.