For Pope Benedict XI & Bill Berkson
A seagull wheels & pivots in the sky
describing the arc of a compass
a prayer-wheel windchime
racking up the zeroes
a roundelay
a self-devouring hula hoop
rolling downhill
I don’t know, Bill, what else?
a bubble in a mile of milk?
something concentric like Kandinsky
singing
doo-wah-ditty-dum
ditty-doom
& standing outside the Del Taco in Ventura
on Chinese New Year
in the rain
Giotto dips his brush in red
paint
& in one continuous stroke
draws a perfect circle