London Poem: Day 258

2 May

Quietly days become weeks,
And so on – it grows, like light,
Or water in an easy moving spring.
It is all becoming larger,
Ignoring the inevitable day,
Or oncoming summer.
Everything ends to begin again.
Lonely circles spin endless
Twirling lines of repeated
Experience, just so I can say,
good morning
Day after day.

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