To Rachel

Thoughts of pale colors

faded with time

secrets written with hope

this sacred routine

shines like a dull penny

and I feel a new gravity

beginning again.

Circles collide and it is

not an illusion

only one road

with infinite scope

I exist

to feel the pressure of love

like a hunting bird circles

before the kill

is it now?

said the mule

looking up

at a shadow