Circle #2

dead places/with memories
and words with neither gender nor time

a south-facing chair while sun sets
and lines stretch/dark cadavers of unravelling history

life is
a sentence/
life is
a door

in evening breeze/a carnival is closing soon/ acrobats/shooting galleries/
the lady who can’t exist/sand dunes creep across the meadow of important things/

tents a-falling down/child’s laughter/a simple song/the shadow of a janitor
sweeping with indifferent stroke/shreds of events cling to undiscovered corners

life is
a promise/
life is
a bus stop

bus leaving for faith