The Shoal.
Black ink, swirls inside circles.
Words stripped bare
to the letters,
merged not to read, but to see,
shapes reshaped until pleasing…
Cut in perfect form, circle still binding,
Shoaled and stacked
With solemn focus,
Folden into yellow paper.
Red ink to form the link.
Formed in duplicate,
rite repeated.
New set destroyed
as some folks call for.
Documented, as others insist.
Now to forget,
the hardest part…
until such a time remembering
is prompted with delight.
© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved
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