Poem: Spinning Tops Was Never Simple

Spinning Tops Was Never Simple

in the way it might seem
for anyone else, was a matter
of having fingers move
in this precise way
and stop at that moment
when it must be,
no later or sooner
or it will fall over,
but I did learn,
it took time
but I learned,
though it is still
an effort,
is never a thing
I have found
a capacity for
without thought
of each motion,
of those details
others never needed
to notice at all.

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