Worst Poem in This Collection
I walked in a circle around an idea.
Like a car in a well-lit parking lot it cast many faint shadows
Spoking out in all directions, but was itself unperceived, as is
Anything at rest exactly where it should be.
Like a circle of vultures it led me to myself walking
Injured by the road’s edge. I’m still not sure what hit me. That
Would have been the good poem.
Translations from the English 
But this one is not too shabby 🙂 “I still not sure what hit me” is such a familiar starting point for poetry…
Yes! I’m constantly picking myself up, wondering what happened…
I like it! Don’t be so hard on yourself, Jeff. *smile*