High Jump, Paul Willis

Michael Diehl, Havin’ Fun


High Jump


After midnight, Orion
    curls his Western roll
        over the granite bar of the ridge

while I spring a Fosbury flop
    back into my sleeping bag.
        The Western roll was how

they taught us in grade school
    to tumble into that flat excuse
        for a sawdust pit.  But then

Dick Fosbury, at the local U,
    began sailing over on his spine,
        and we did too, thrashing

our kidneys every time.
    So unnatural, but thrilling.
        Even the stars are envious.
                                                                        —Sequoia National Park

Paul Willis

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