Inner Ring

Like hedges around an exclusive club,

a trimmed-mean circle allows the select

to chat and sport in friendship's flame.

Outside, just our binary communion.

Beyond their walled courtyards

that guard inside jokes and gossip,

let us pronounce benediction and then

savor some small benefit of the fringe.

Past oaks blocking halogen glare,

our gaze may adjust to darkness,

gauging the stars swept into patterns

shaped to suit us in solitude's slack outliers.

© 2018 by Randall Compton.