Maxine Chernoff



Circles

            "Everything looks permanent until its secret is known."


        The flying

            perfect

   an orchard

permanence

           in degrees

"wheel

       without wheel"

                within the common

silence

                the woodbirds

claims and virtues

           forgiven

a history so large

            calamity fades

        

(from The Portable Emerson)

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