I.
in an old bog,
still and hidden in the woods
a twig falls into the waters
concentric circles that no one sees
run away
II.
by the sea or from a hill
follow the west bound
yellow sun go orange, to red,
to purple, going down
we spin
it rings
and comes up again
thank god it remains
III.
I stumbled on it
twice today
just walking
she saw it roll
and picked it up
a ring
Thursday, May 07, 2009
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2 comments:
Absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!! I love it. Gorgeous lines. Keep 'em coming!
Three kinds of rings, three kinds of circles- a wonderful comparison!
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