Wednesdays Two Circles

Wednesdays Two Circles

 

I count my weeks by protracted Wednesdays:

For you, Miss Julie, are incomprehensibly kind,

Asking questions which you should not.

I am all agog

Because of the shoes you wear,

And I can say, like a pre-Socratic:

“The first element is two circles.”

A rock, a stone says nothing.

I would liken you to a low cloud,

But to liken you to anything would be ludicrous,

And I must buy coffee now,

This being Tuesday.

I would tremble and interrogate:

“I like you.  Do you like me?”

I am in eighth grade, and it is 1967 once more.

The black, blank, bastard sun rises—mocking me, like me—

Then says, “Adonis, poor Adonis:  Adonis of the angels.”

 

About Tim Ruane

Tim Ruane is an artist and writer. He is a graduate of Georgetown University, where he studied English and art, and has worked as a chief copy editor in the editorial department of The Washington Post, where he has also worked as a freelance photographer. He has written hundreds of poems, two novels a number of short stories. His photographs have been published by The Washington Post, Simon & Schuster and The Good Men Project. He has shown his photographs at Potomac MD Public Library and is scheduled to be published in ShareArt LA, Circumfleks Magazine and Splinter Literary Journal. He will have an exhibition of his photographs in September at the offices of Prudential FedRealty in Washington D.C. Mr. Ruane lives and works in Garrett Park MD, just outside Washington D.C. USA.

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