Circles around my Circles
In the shadow's cloak, a cat's eye
in a fox's face.
Dragonflies anchor on the moon;
each crater a port.
The neighbor's smoke crawls through blinds,
potted plants like headstones.
Phone calls leak down, till cicadas
dynamite the quiet.
And I am here, walking circles
around my circles.
Randy Plym is a poet and author from Virginia. He is currently living in Frankfurt, Germany, where he's working on a novel.