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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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