A circle...
Some see a circle
and cannot see straight...
Some see it broken
through eyes that can't wait...
Some see it perfect -
exact - in true form...
Some see it layered
and tempered and worn...
Some see an object -
unchanging in bend...
Some see a mystery -
no starting or end...
Some see a closure -
imprisoned and bound...
Some see it turning
around and around...
Joy Weare,
20th June, 2011.
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