Exercise Without Apparatus
“The floor is now free for Sylvia of Estonia.”
A wisp of coloured tinsel caught
on the upbeat of a gaudy circus air,
she occupies every part of her allotted space.
So focused, now, that she seems to move far
beyond the confines of this local sports centre
- a sylvan leap across the intervening years –
to where all eyes are fixed on an Olympic ...
Sunday 29th July 2012 7:34 pm
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