I used to love circles
As shapes
They pleased me
Curving endlessly
Unstoppable in their resolution to resolve
Everything
Revolving
Around and around
The line eternally looping back on itself
Which is of course
I see now
A tragedy
Instead I choose triangles
Sharply they soar
Even turned upside down
Or inside out
There is hope implied in the upward slant
I can take the dip
Knowing
That once the pen hits that point
It will rise
Again
