beaten path (90)

like an old dog

circling his bed

i turn then turn

the idea around

a phrase a word

a memory

until the floor’s

worn away

and i fall

a slow spiral

like a rock

bounces against

a stone wall

and steps

with a clatter

before it stops

and I wonder

as if the thought

mattered

(October 30, 2020)

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