​The Arc of Love:

I see circles, rounded things, soft little kittens, and eagles wings. I see shadows in the sand, low-keyed sunsets, and an outstretched hand.

 

I see snowflakes in the air, moving onward toward the ground, just

like love without a sound.

 

Moving on, I see springtime on the run, making circles overhead till

winters done.

 

As if to stand fast in the face of time, playing its hand in a repeated

and favored rhyme.

 

I see the arc of love between two friends on a blue horizon,” end to

end.

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