Harai Goshi
It surprises me how far
he's come.
I remember his first
class,
where he stumbled,
awkward and
self-effasive,
through the dojo door,
learning to stand in
base, bow
escape a basic
strangle.
How he lifts me with
ease,
tilts me upside down,
sends me travelling
through the air,
seeing the world
through a different lens.
I'll miss him when he
goes;
his smile, his bobbing
nervousness,
his apology and the
faint scent of steel
he carries with him; an
anthem
to a life well lived
and friendship.
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