for Jeffrey Strayer
Extreme effort to frame:
What’s seen with or without
Enclosure takes the same
Circumambient route
Into the dark pupil.
Mountains and valleys spill
Beyond the circle’s span,
From rainclouds to brainpan.
They say it’s a hard climb
To reach the stone circle,
Yet, everywhere I’m
Found, the same miracle
Completes figure and ground:
A nearly perfect round.
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