Sometimes it’s been hard not to hear the start of a poem when I’m out walking these days. And too many people have been saying nice things about my poems and encouraging me to write more (soon they will learn their mistake! muahaha): so, another poem I was fiddling around with.
two pennies racing
down that vortex wishing well:
whirling round, at times the dance is
a lover’s waltz cautious, sometimes
the dance of two fencers, testing;
or an elliptical orbit of planets,
now in sunshine, now in shade,
no words needed to direct
where this circling will
end—ever a little closer
into each other
at the end they fall together,
gravity-drawn beyond the event horizon.