By the WATER
ROUND and through
The meadow
A band of goats
That FRISK and frolic
A sight sure to turn
A SMIRK to a smile

Georg’ann

I thought we’d moved to a place
where we could peacefully COAST,
no more tumult or deception.
How effortlessly one re-enters the SPIRE.
Circling the inner most curves,
tightening at the taper, descending
into the narrowest of spaces, squeezed.
Effortlessly you SHIRK responsibility, restraint.
Standing in the spotlight, lips curl in a SMIRK.
Mocking my disappointment, again
failing to comprehend the spiral.

Heather