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THE CIRCLE

I see the sunny days.

The sober managers of building societies,

banks, maybe. Button bright

in their certain trajectories

I see the neat wives,shining.

Millponds of virgin tarmac

hold back trees, allowing

the long hours to hide

small dramas like bones

in lawn tidy gardens.

I see the blue sky corners.

Post Boxes,hungry for gossip,

are gateway and godsend here.

Their slow digestion filling

these avenues with promise

for days, weeks maybe,

until response confirms the circle.

I see the sunny days

in ages tailed back on broken roads;

in the weedful remnants of dead factories;

and in social media I feel I can’t ignore.

Tony Noon