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Circle Round My Ear

Circle Round My Ear

Circle round my ear as you draw with your
soft fingertip creating a rhythm til
I lay nuzzled in your lap, dad at the
wheel smoking a cigarette chatter from
the backseat and the telephone poles
are dancing upside down to the radio
which says it was a beautiful Sunday
spent at Aunt Rosey’s playing her piano
the orange sun in my skin feels
warm as your finger continues talking
to my ear going round and round and
round and I know that its time for me
to float upside down with the telephone
poles my head dancing to the beat of the road.

A poem from the past that gives comfort to me as I sit here with a head cold and an ear infection. Sometimes it feels good to dip into the past for a little sweetness.