GOING AROUND

The first time I remember
going round and round
was when I went to the big city
and “discovered” a revolving door.
What fun to frolic within its parameters
and walk and push and go nowhere
but where I’d been.
Later came the merry-go-rounds
and ferris wheels
and school yard games
of holding hands.
Then came dancing.

I don’t go around much any more,

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