Sonnet of Rings
Routes of paper and wheel circle like rings
Like gaze on prismatic curls unchanging
As corvid wings light a new season brings
When your hand presses mine each amazing
Often I have found myself at this stop
Seeming alone amidst rain and flowers
In spirit you stay, seed blooming a crop
Thoughts bloom as well of you in these hours
In full, not dream, like rain called in a snap
Not unrequited tale, some lovestruck jest
Though word and daydream refresh like a nap
In your arms, eyes, heartbeat, sigh is my rest
So I fight exhaustion and deja vu
Fist clenched around rose stems, waiting for you
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