I see circles, rounded things,
soft little kittens and eagles
wings.
I see shadows in the sand,
low-keyed sunsets, and an
outstretched hand.
I see snowflakes in the air,
moving onward toward
the ground, just like love
without a sound.
Moving on, I see springtime
on the run, making circles
overhead till winters done.
As if to stand fast in the face
of time, it plays its hand in
some repeated and favored
rhyme.
I see the arc of love between
two friends on a blue horizon,
end to end.
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