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
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Paul Willis