Power Clean
I bend my knees and grab the bar
I straighten my back I explode
upward and throw the weight into
the air and catch it with my chest
I hold it there I breathe and breathe
again I let the sweat trickle down
my cheek I check to see who’s watching
there’s no one I drop the weight slowly
back to the floor and bend my knees
and grab the bar and straighten my
back and explode again I throw and
catch and drop and bend I rise and
dip I peak and valley in this bipolar
exercise this mirror exercise this lift
that is me flying and falling me being
caught and dropped me lying on the floor
waiting to be tossed into the sky again
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great poem: “the daring young man on the flying traipse”