Gyroscope

Gyroscope

I place this within the first order
of wonders: a ten-year-old girl
alone on a sunny, glassed-in porch
in February, the world beyond
the windows slowly tipping forward
into spring, her thin arms held out
in the sleepwalker pose, and pinched
and stretched between her fingers,
a length of common grocery twine
upon which smoothly spins and leans
one of the smaller worlds we each
at one time learn to master, the last
to balance so lightly in our hands.

– Ted Kooser

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One thought on “Gyroscope

  1. I love the style this poem is written in: today I did a presentation at my school in an attempt to open some of my more traditional-thinking teacher’s eyes to the wider, less expected types of poetry and this is exactly the kind of thing I was showing.

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