circles and things

collage: the walk yesterday

circles and things

It’s a circle thing,

Found it in a rotting truck in the woods,

on a walk, yesterday

I wish I could have been there when it broke down

I may have seen Concrete Man - Big frown,

cussing

Fussing with the damn thing

Worsening the present situation

Bloody truck! – and more,

then making the call – I quit! This is it!

I swore I wouldn’t investigate further, but I did

Hid behind fenders, shattered glass

Tip toed past sheets, hoods – meddled to the back

Added up license plate numbers – 18

In numerology 18 is a 9

My favorite number

Numbers are my thing, rings, lines,

rhymes and designs

I got lost 

Missed High Road, somehow

Plowed through ditches of trash

What’s this world coming to?

Dirty diapers, cigarette butts – plastic cups

Does anybody else see this stuff – ?

Circles of dandelions, once weeds,

are not weeds to me
Who needs more than this?

I missed my world inside/turned out

the way it used to be

pure, clean

Found a feather ~ played squaw

Saw me – who I am,
in awe I kept going, knowing

It seems odd, sometimes, that I’m here ~ walking

Talking to myself ~ driven to my knees,

buckled, by the sweetness of honeysuckle,
the scent of an ancient lilac ~ now a tree
Intoxicated, I waited, then found

the passage to my once lost, High Road
on a walk, on my way,
on a walk, on my way,

yesterday

ldn