Here is a post inspired by Tracey Grumbach‘s picture below, for tonight’s dVerse Poets Pub. Enjoy, and have a good Saturday evening.

On this tweaky hour
although we had hands pointing at
various skies we
couldn’t find the middle of

Away for twelve hours
already we had killed two birds with
various stones we
couldn’t help leaving one in lieu of

We avoided rush hour
all the way we rushed to get where
various angles were softened
we found skies of dots and lines

Oh all that’s ours
always leaves fleeting out
various trajectories we
can’t help seeing circles