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Talent

Talent

This is the word tightrope. Now imagine
A man, inching across it in the space
Between our thoughts. He holds our breath.

There is no word net.

You want him to fall, don’t you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.



Poem Talent - Carol Ann Duffy
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