You’ll never know unless you try,
yes, but if you never try you’ll
never fail, and that’s what
my heart tells itself, inching
back from the platform’s edge,
sensing someone might yank
the water from the pool like a rug.
The heart remembers: blissful
moment of soaring, sky-blue rush
of weightlessness, somersaulting
backflip into a jackknife handstand
in midair—and then the eyes
seeing too late the water gone,
the undeniable concrete there.
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