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High-Wire Unicycle Rider

And not just them—
Teachers and Jugglers
will tell you the same.
There must be a balance
between all things
Apple, orange, thin air
the chair and the podium
the pen and the hand
talking, not talking
listening and being heard
the desk and the forest
clamor of midday, quiet of night
vast brown ocean, deep blue sea.

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