The reader on a hermeneutic cycle
rides around three rings.
Lions roar from reserved seating
to tame wild understanding.
The audience member
with mighty big shoes to fill
with material at hand:
The taut line includes no net.
Whether considering feet
or sensational bumps in an elevator,
the collection of parts anticipates
the whole. Peanut shells,
straw, and caution cones
add up for two eyes
until bells, bristles, and the smells
around stable remnants
continue the math.
The hero merges horizons
with interactive computation
to find a way to bring
a colleague to the writer,
a hug to a voice, with evidence
the ringmaster also reaches out:
A carnival conversation in tight sequins.
The protagonists clear fog
from frog pipe organs and perhaps
in the initial unicycle mists.