circles move in the light
like halves of peaches
in the orbit of God
this bushel of halos
sunders, returns, sunders,
catching itself by the rim,
miming the thumbs of lovers,
the silky tumult of dreams,
the cascading rings of troubled water;
turning itself infinitely
on its pate of Blue
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
circles move in the light
like halves of peaches
in the orbit of God
this bushel of halos
sunders, returns, sunders,
catching itself by the rim,
miming the thumbs of lovers,
the silky tumult of dreams,
the cascading rings of troubled water;
turning itself infinitely
on its pate of Blue