( I do hope this fits with the figurative notion of ‘circles’)
A rainy afternoon,
we would cry together today,
svelte hands and wrought iron rails,
steps that concrete shavings felt right,
we did smile as with our turn we might catch eyes,
if not this turn, the next twirl I could find you there,
we dashed to the doorway, the rains were heavy,
in there our embrace becomes a mix of delicious love,
peek out, see the misty rain, the street below,
we own the moment, let’s dance to our center.
~
On an august evening the steps were trampled by
strangers in the night who would pass our memory,
we could always recall that kiss by the oak,
the quiet night, where a luminous magic
began our journey together – we did walk
until we could under the lampost
remember our night together,
long before the business of life forgot their way.
*photo: Allen Parseghian Photography
