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Carl Walenda used to say

He only felt alive
when walking the high wire
everything else was just waiting

Some rodeo cowboys feel the same way
for eight seconds on a good day

One day in South America
Carl Walenda checked his tie downs
something he never did

He went up on the wire anyway
and he fell

After all those years of butterflies
it’s hard to tell

which is the black one



I want to be able to bring home to you

Not only what I caught today
but the rope burns from
the ones that got away

Not only the buckles for the ones
that I stayed on for the eight
but the taste of the dirt
and other stuff I ate

Not only the meat from that old bear
but all the claw marks he left there

That you’re the one I want to kiss them well
also shows the love that I can’t tell