Leta Mae Poe
At Circle's Bend - Poem by Leta Mae Poe
The blackness of night
At the circle's bend,
Leans slowly toward the light,
To sojourn into brilliance,
Then creeps its way back home.
Follow crepuscule through dawn,
While hands hold fast
To the circling reins
To stay on the merry-go-round.
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