April 24

You can wander
though no sun compels you
down long roads
carved south and north
which take you
and all you encompass
far far from home.

Yet it’s a circle
both by sun and by moon
it comes round
like clockwork, banks of ponds
round again
the motion from which you run
you can wander.

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