intent on enjoying the Spring despite the unwelcomed chill,
i run in circles, circles, circles
around the dead, around a dam, under the sun.

the fullness of the season is mounting and i’ve no plans
except to enjoy today as if it’s the day of doom
that i was once born to transcend.

to challenge oneself with circles of neverending ongoingness
may seem futile to some.  but come sit with me
beside a stone, have a brew, and laugh

(at):

loops of imminent lustful undertakings,
rings of pending riotous involvement,
straight lines left in the past.