Circles

Circles

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with Copyright)


Round and round.

Amber the color
circles the rim;

twirling
memories

with a mellow sip and swirl.

Ferris wheels.

Way high to the sky.

Never coming down!

Down.

Down. . .

swaying feet
touching, not touching

unstable

dirty

tan and brown
gravelly ground.

But amber,

again she lifts me up;

takes me higher.

Higher.

Higher.

Red. Red.
Luscious red.

Yellow. Yellow.
Spinning yellow

lights.

Then hurtful ...
in purple.

I exit blue. . .

flat on my back

for a brief second
I swat at the pain;

squirm in the wetness

dripping;
slipping

cold

from my eyes; thighs.

How I lie

in the blackness

looking at
thick shoes.

Brogues.

Heels too?

Faces not amused.

I insist ...

"NOT this time. It's not booze! I'm hurt!"

The heels
pivot in spin;

click away.

In a furious wind
I heard her say:

"This time I choose."

Giggling, snickering,

I think:
"You lose!"

(Though

I suddenly

Lost--

my green money
boss.)

Based on: Proverbs 23:29-35.

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