more doors

in certain circles
it isn't 'the thing' to don't
what the others do

or treat the circles
as striped, neon'd, turning hoops–
then somersault through

step one

if you had a step
for each time I thought your name,
we could round the world

twenty ten

on the (near) West Side
our tracks threaded neighborhoods–
new scenes for fresh treads

I dunno 'bout you;
as we navigated through
I enjoyed the ride