Falling in Circles

that feeling
sunglasses on a new march morning
sweet honey chrysanthemums falling asleep on my windowsill
sunglasses on a new march morning
when you look into the sun i can see your eyes

later
dark theater cool evening warm light
hushed as we drink up the feeling
our knees and elbows talk
conspirators in nonverbal conversation
ours is one of ease

now
slightly after evening
well before a new morning
logic and sentiment pulls me back
pushes me forward

i am falling in circles



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