Circles outreaching and growing wide, endlessly outreaching, into the hour, into the hour, the idea of this: water in flower. The colors, greens, yellows, and state park sign arrows, though I don’t like boating at all, or being on the water, somehow gleam into the hour. And will I see you walking now? And will I be this reaching out, here and now? The understanding and the light, reaching into the hour, into the hour? Will I cross the street to you, in the traffic breaks, in the light of this, in the light of this love, here and now?