Small Her Circle Was Poem by James McLain

However small her circle was,
I was safe inside.
My heart was full my body was,
And laughter could be heard.

I loved her madly and none who knew,
Would tell me that her love, they'd
Known as well.


The past was buried too deep to fear.
As are the raked up leaves I stacked against
Her fence.
A circle ringed in tree's from inside out.


I met the other, whose love was given to
Without a kiss and silenced words -
No unuttered word's that breathed and stirred.
Her friends would use me thus a ring of tree's.

But this was not love when it is not spoken,
Just a bumblebee,
That searches like a ghost through each bush
Flower's never seen.
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