The Square

The Square

Beneath still waters a square

metamorphoses into a bright

orange circle with yellow wings.

The square that was mutters curse words.

What had it become?

How had its edges softened?

And its pale grey, now bright?

Its yellow wings flap and it slices through the water

shattering the surface

fleeing into a neon green sky

filled with roses

away from squeamish gray clouds

up, up, up, up into the scented masses of scarlet

Will the roses prick me? The bright orange circle

with yellow wings

wonders.

Don’t be silly. We’re thorn less, the roses laugh out loud

smooth stems emitting light like stars.

The circle’s heart ticks haywire.

How did you know?(Circle)

Know what? (Roses)

Know my thoughts? (Circle)

Here we know each other. (Roses)