Circles

 

The clockworks turn orange

With rust and disease

Circles turn round and round

Leaving all the answers unfound

Change comes

Flashing bright

Slowly the river begins to run through it

*

The lady sits idly

Drinking tea

Eyes glazed over

Her haughty mouth

Full of venom

If she could just drink

From the river

Let her cup run over

She would be filled

Her house would be healed

*

Around and around

The clock hands tick

Run

The river moves steady, sure

Erodes rock, stone, time

Waters the dry land

Roots spring up

Grow branches

Comes alive

Heals the earth

 

 

Kris Pratt

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