a shotgun rectangle
encircles his life
grey morning
sleek, purring panther
maybe Vivaldi
coffee and cigarette
later, perhaps,
maintenance:
vacuum, dust -
the dreary realities
of single life.
from nowhere
he imagines
hope as a burst
of butterflies
long since flown.
the circle is
a place on earth
and he is
a man on earth
caught
in the circle
for a while yet
even as the circle
shrinks
with each waning
moon.
mce
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