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Round and Round

The sound of their tricycle on cement,
   "Look Daddy how fast I'm going!"
    Clockwise, now counter-clockwise
       in early afternoon.

Round and round
   pedaling, pedaling
      looking at me
         then gliding to a stop.

They are almost too big for it.
   Soon they will need one less wheel...
Better to move around the expanding circles
   until they are on their own.

   ~ April 21, 1991 in the Calumet