Road Selfie

I will make and have made
around you, these
circles, around
you Bald
Man, forever ’round.

In and among the falling
white or drowning in
the sound of a
17-year Brood II
Cicada whir and green.

I would do these times again
and have done them
again eternally
and I am
not burdened.

Neither this joy nor
any sad we have
would I not
together have, again. And

this doing is neither the
greatest weight, nor
the lightest
nothing but
only this doing, is.

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