Exercising with the Radio

[IMAGE]

He pulled me into full stretch
As I had asked him to do.
And called me flexible.
There I stooped--him above--
pulling my elbows to the floor.

The voice unbeheld
yet still I stretch
my legs abducted
back straight, over, down.

His voice over out now
Flourishing in airwaves.
There will be the flex of a smile
Perhaps no one will see.
While I touch my palms to only the floor.


Copyright ©1994, James A. Gardner

jag@rahul.net
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