Circles.

July is the month of choice
Where things come and go,
And
The tides rise and fall
Just like the heat waves
Come and go.

Catch the Current
Or be tossed by the wind,
And
The tides rise and fall
Just like scattered beats
Of Heart-Strings.

I avoid the extremes of July 103's
That plague the air around
And
I avoid the extremes
Of the Ball-Game
And
The card-game
Where I find the King of Hearts
Only to possess the Two of Spades.

And
The tides rise and fall,
And
The emotions toss and turn,
And
The mind is in and out
And
Your spirit is in a chess match
Like July is in heat.

Everything is like a circle
And
Things are and are not what they seem.

~Rachel~