A permanence of movement
circles trying to fit squares
habits of disbelief
next door
to a fairytale
that stubbornly
refuses to leave
chase away hope
before it stabs my heart
before the morning pancakes
before the morning pancakes
when you exit with the sun
I was ambushed by beauty at dusk
along with conspiring moonbeams
in the furrows my frown
as your trellis skirt
floats over the mud
I find the poetry I lost
in the patterns of your blouse
a circle of blue
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