Circles

Dust from a tractor rises and drifts to the north
Beneath the fading sun. The weather's a little
Bit warmer today, and the geese seem confused.
They are flying in circles. I go in circles myself.
I'm uncertain. Why do I think it's dark when it's
Actually light? Why do I shift my eyes from
What takes place below me to harvest the bitter
Fruit written words bring? The tractor's stopped
Moving. The dust has dispersed. I see geese
Dropping down to the side of a pond. Maybe they
Have decided to try to make sense of the odd
Situation they've found themselves in. Maybe
I should do likewise and turn from those words
Toward what's wholly here in the sun.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-04 at 23:46

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