Circles - for Allison Childs

Everywhere we see them, though we walk in straight lines. Daffodils skirt an oak tree, eight rings thick, the hem of an angel's robe. We walk to where children play with a large ball, painted like the earth. It rolls over one child's head. He smiles, lifts the globe high. Others gather around him. We stop for a moment in the street. I turn around and around, looking at my shadow. I cannot step on it. You orbit around me, saying I stand in the way of the sun.

About these ads
Sponsored Content by LockerDome

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Save for later

Save
Cancel

Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items

OK