Lots of Things are Swirly

Lots of things are swirly.

The rainbow swirl.

Sugary, sticky, sweet.

The whirling wheel.

Red, blue, green—

Hands almost touch the Sky’s ceiling,

But the zenith passes

And from ceiling to floor

The carts rattle down.

The cloud candy.

Wispy whiffs of sugar

Swirled in a machine.

If I close my eyes,

I can hear the music, voices, and people—Life

Swirls around me.

Lots of things are swirly,

 

But not me.

 

-M.M.

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