A quick circuit of the house
all the ripeness newly sprung,

no special effort required,

lean in and click.

Some are done and disassembling,

some at perfect fullness,

theme and variations,

every foot,

all the way around

 but wait,

each one perfection of its kind,

from bud to bloom


yet each lovelier than the last.


Soul washed, and eyes washed,
in the rising gyer of another circuit.

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