Saturday, September 30, 2023

 Full Circle

 What tells the wind
move certain ways
and what tells can you
read from these lines on my face

the taste of your home town
in another's embrace is 
an experience to behold
I'm aging but far from old

I'm often pensive when not jocular
and these rhythms of mood 
hold a small world, too big to paint 
like a corn crib near harvest holds the 
orange, September, moon in place

full circle is more than a cliché 
I believe it comes around in more than one way

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