At Circle's Bend

The blackness of night
At the circle's bend,
Leans slowly toward the light,
To sojourn into brilliance,
Then creeps its way back home.
Chameleon-like emotions
Follow crepuscule through dawn,
While hands hold fast
To the circling reins
To stay on the merry-go-round.

by Leta Mae Poe

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