during the morning's scheduled regular order
I'm reminded of an old song;
one that enters one's brain and
circles ‘round and ‘round and
doesn’t stop spinning even when
you introduce another tune into
your consciousness to take its place,
–– but it drops by the wayside instead.
during the early years, Rosanne D'Spirito
fell from the spinning merry-go-round
in the little, cracked tar-smeared park,
and those of us who didn’t fall, spun on
in our happiness passing her as she
struggled to recover her equilibrium
in an almost freeze-frame event.
there she is! there she goes! there she is again!
as the old song fades in the distance
replaced by Rosanne D'Spirito,
angel of the bleeding knees, readying herself
to latch-on to the first appropriate handlebar
in order to hop aboard to spin again,
damn the bleeding knees!
‘round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
spinning through my aching head, and this
during the morning's scheduled regular order.
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