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2. Learning to play frisbee

Learning to play frisbee

In any case I was a child

who did not look up from books

and frisbee required

the full inhabiting of the body.

But today when you throw

the circle of yellow plastic

into the air with the ease of a child,

something young in me starts

out of its blocks.

I watch the spin of the disc

in the wind, the sly dip

at the end of your throw,

the body’s ability to read and run.

I learn to move backwards to arrive

beneath the parabola

and not to close my eyes

at the last moment of touch.

Standing, I swing

my body back, look away

from the line of the throw, wind

the arm in a pure arithmetic

and, at the end, whip the wrist.

I watch your whole body read

the arc and the speed that signals

your readiness like an animal’s

unafraid alertness,

your soft hands that do not block

the curve of the throw

but complete it.