in circles

the riverbanks take in water
lapping slowly the rapids rolling
fishing boats are trolling
for bluefish in the ocean
as clouds in sky pass by
the bright of sun is stolen
rain drops drip upon the lips
waiting for a train
newspapers fold as it gets cold
the moon begins to wane
the streets are wandered yet to know
gray and wet from sleet and snow
slippery sidewalks sheets of ice
I see the winter in your eyes

redundant in the years gone by
the cycle of return
the seasons sojourning
in circles sounding
as a whirling world.

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