I look around and ask each thing
how many days will you give me
Circles of green leaf at the window
say there is no end, only
circumference
Outside, a chorus
of linked roots
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Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
There is no end, just circumference.
Thank you.
I have been reading your poems for years. Such a gift.
And today’s poem. My days are ending soon. I am 73 with incurable cancer. My circumference has expanded beyond recognition.
Huge thanks for you.
Richard
Dear Richard,
Thank you for writing. I’m moved
to know you find something
in my words. May the days be
round, without hard corners.
Luisa