the final pas de deux, steps in body
like words in a song, so known
and familiar, but the last telling
of the story on this stage. He held
our breath with his, he always did.
One more gift, one more push through
flight and speed uniquely his, bright
smile conveying his own amazement,
mirroring ours, disbelief at the grace
present once again. We will never
know the years of blisters and bruises,
frustrations and fractures underneath
those buoyant breezy nights, and
a justified faith that never failed.
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