Poetry · Writing

Looming Rings

The beginnings sharp turn

south end cliff

rendering four feet

covered in shadow.

Living in the head of wonder

three feet from north end cliff

circle chasing.

Night alone

loner donuts

flush creeping closer

cheating sir-

The lower lip sweeps away

the reaching hand

before the lower ring

steals the show.

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