Full Circle

This is full circle
I have come full circle
with sights and sounds familiar
I walk the streets and
think of you - how  strange - I
walk the streets and think
of you, circumlocution, weary
ways  and weary days of
circling brought me here
and how  1 tread my water
familiar, same hands and
nails, same head, an unspoken
wedding latched me to you
for life, presence is
memory and resonant
knowledge of the man.  How
have I come  here full
circle alone? Treading, treading
stone.

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