Inside a Circle
I took the 7:10 into the city: an hour
ride taken so many times.
Most of the faces inside the car
I had seen before, others I had not.
I sat motionless, pretending
to be patient, wishful today
I would find the woman
whose ring I recovered eight day ago.
Reaching into my pocket
I pulled out the gold band
and held it between my thumb
and forefinger, her reflection
developing inside a circle
I would forever adore.
march, two thousand twelve
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love it, such imagry … and warmth 🙂
thank you for stopping by again, bonnie…and the lovely comment.
Well, that two poems I’ve read of yours John that have struck a chord with me. Lovely words 🙂
thanks for visiting, hilary and posting your thoughts :
A circle of clear writing engages the reader to cheer for the man, hoping he finds the woman who owns the ring so as to allow him to come full circle. Thank you for sharing your moving words.
thank you for visiting my circle poem and for your lovely comments, kelly 🙂