The Circle
The dream must end
to let life begin.
Yeah, begin.
The heart must fix
to let the letting go
become the normal thing.
It is a merry-go-round
this singing of youth.
But without players
no-one can hold the tune.
Hope must take its seat
in the ring and listen
to the conclusion
of the song.
BIO
F. Kate Langan writes poetry and re-canes chairs in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. She has been honoured by The Journal of Wild Culture, Open Door Poetry Magazine, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry, Plato's Caves Online, Nixes Mate, Straylight Literary Journal, and Sweetycat Press's “The Gift” anthology, who have published her work.
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