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Circles on a table
driving a car
through the spilled
beer of morning.
tracing your path
in unpleasant
wet city – sleepy
and trying alert –
like dragging
a finger
over circles
on a table
in the garden
smoking patio
at a summer’s
evening party.
waiting
at a traffic
light – a red
flaring cherry –
someone stands
a moment,
lights a morning
cigarette.
next to me
a tram pulls up.
a woman
does her make-up.
uses the window
to see her reflection –
looks straight
at me looking,
doesn’t see me.
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About the Author: DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019)
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Image Credit: Wasilly Kandinsky “Light Circle” (1922) Public Domain
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