the spoke of a wheel cast interesting
subtleties on the ground,
contrasting angles and
amusing wonderments of sight if,
taken right as the light enters in; but,
wheels on a chair do not cast the same illusion,
and we think, “why not I today or tomorrow maybe;”
yet, our time begins around the corner,
out of sight for now and not always there.
November 1986
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