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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Justin Robinson


 

Inside the Circle

the day you sulked home
with legs covered
in crimson cloth

I knew you'd fallen
in the rosebushes
that circled the house

as if nature
tried to reclaim you

I saw arms
wrapping thorns
around your calves

pulling you toward
the warm soil

years later I realized
it wasn't the fall
that bothered you