Steps inside circles

     Small are the circles we stand in yet millions of
steps away. Laughing as the irony of places faces
may be seen. Still nothing vocal comes about.

      Entering and exiting side by side but no stopping
to greet. Laugh with me. Ah but alas so much is
tolerable and I am ever patient.

       Still a wonder but shrugging it off because
work and preparations must get under way. Ah so
much to press for and still to absorb into nature today
sounds better.

      Hmm. Looking out the window as sunlight
blinds me temporarily. Copper curls frame my
pale rosy cheeks. Pressure is high and pollen must
be wild.

     Still I want every minute in the sunlight. The kisses
across my hair, upon my button nose and down
my arms. Hmm. So happy to even be in a circle. To
be loved where I am, who I am.

     Down the hall I scoot. Taming wild red hair for
the means of civil work. Restrained and quiet I seem
but herein lays the quirky female waiting to spring.

     Earbuds belting out songs to jam to. Entering
a mode of joy and happiness. From sparkling blues
down to spirit. Ah even the painted blue, purple
toes curl with excitement of fresh air.

     La. Laugh with me dear friend as I prepare for
a silly day of work.

     Perhaps I will wave if noticed.