poem

 A Circle Is Just a Line

A circle is just a line

That returns to itself

It goes far enough

And then decides to come back 

So it can do it all over again.

Love is the gravity

That brings us together

Dust fell in love with dust

Until it became a moon

Which fell in love with the earth 

Whose eyes were already pining 

For the brightest thing in the sky 

When you sleep 

I circle the bed

Like an anxious wolf

When I walk away 

From you, into the dusk

Turn and face the other direction

I’ll be the one you see

In front of the rising sun

7/2/24