Back Next Round World

To live
In the world of straight lines
Squared by a rectangle
Softened by circles
Is not the same
As to sit
By the fire
And roast potatoes
With random strokes
In nature's forest
And complete
One's day
In zig zag rhythm
Of meditative
Which rolls in
Like the white thunder clouds
That come

Irwin R. Shaw - May 13th 1982