RING SONG
Think of the secret rings carved in the tree
that, on the day you took my hand
and lit it with this shining band,
screened us from the summer heat.
Our future too will be engraved:
each year a circus ring of living braved,
then sheathed by time and memory to stand:
a lived and living thing that offers shade.
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There are sounds that have a ring,
that catch the light,
that sparkle, as bright
as this diamond I wear.
I leave you the ring of these words in the air:
I love you.
