death of a circle
death of a circle
it was in the meadow
when i first learned to wait.
the marshes were heavy with morning
and the footstep of a frog became a slight ripple
born to die in the center.
but only after i learned to wait,
watching the slow death of a circle.
tolbert
Copyright © wayne tolbert | Year Posted 2025
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