When he strides to the tip of the board and turns
poised in silence
unruffled as the waiting water
his dive is a film darkly
coiled, intricately threaded through his body.
When the dive unrolls over a looping
track invisible in the air
his body becomes frame after frame
of flight, pure vision
projected by the hot bulb of his concentration.
from Nostalgia for 70, 1986 ©
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