Giotto Circles

Giotto’s perfect circle [a glib
answer to a Pope] – his fleet
pen is all it took – & that was
just enough – & lovers won’t
grasp an arc for long enough

to complete a round return –
not for long enough – I’ll roll
my wrist on each quarter – a
sleight my father gave me – I
draw my circles from inside –

I can see how lies are tacked
to form foul spheres [a staple
gun or similar spitting tool to
finish its turns] – there are so
many ways to cheat true arcs

[& Giotto’s namesake flew on
to Halley’s predictable path] –
There sit traces of God in our
imperfections – angels sing – I
shall draw my imperfect ring