Circles
(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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