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Chalk
Dec 23, 2021
Chalk
I found a used piece of chalk in
The mustard yellow — green box
Tucked in the bottom drawer, of
My walnut office desk. It was chilly
As a northern wind, and slick as
A rainy windshield. Rolling it back
And forth between my fingers I
Remembered the power of circles.
The rollers that move blocks of granite.
Our arteries circulating blood at
Such high pressure. Tree trunks pulling
Life from soil and crumpled leaves.
A shape without corners hides nothing
And surprises everyone.
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