Waiting...
for you to arrive,
I think of circles...
all the circles
in my life
that
have closed or
remain open,
and,
I begin
to count them all
like sheep,
but,
do not feel sleepy;
and yet,
realize
there are more circles
than I
imagined;
some large,
some small,
some shaped like an egg,
while some
are shaped like squares...
some have closure
while
others do not...
and,
I wonder why?
5Aug13
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