Widening Circles

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Widening Circles

In ever widening circles he seemed more aware of the binding 

anomalies that made up his life. The syncopated habits that weren't 

really habits at all. More so he felt a complete withdrawal of 

himself from futuristic thinking, it was a though a poem or some 

song had embraced his head and for some strange reason couldn't 

possible let go. He felt ambivalent, unsure of himself, more 

likely to just run off into some huge space in nature as though a 

celebration was about to take place and he was the imaginary 

special guest. 

“Man……I must be going crazy”, the loudness of his statement 

caught the ear of another soul standing at the edge of a wooded 

area just south of his view.

“Hello”! She called out. “Hello”, she repeated as to assure herself 

that he heard her. Her intuition told her that he may be a similar 

type person but it was only an intuitive guess. They stood in 

front of each other knowing now that yes they were similar people. 

His laughter initiated her laughter, hers was sweet with a twinge of 

off key entertainment. He loved it. His was deeper more rotund 

able to soar over buildings in one leap. They held hands, the 

electric of Whitman’s poem coursing through 

their souls. They were headed for the interior of the woods without 

a clue where they were going. 

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Poppy! I love that picture of you. I'm trying to write more narrative, less poetry, perhaps I can get to the Golden Box. Love you!

Regards,
Al

[Ruth]

How beautiful...living in the "now" and enjoying the journey not so much worrying about the destination...wise dear heart xo