someday, all my memories will come to pass, and then, then a return, because all life is is really just a circle, when you stop and think about it, really, just a circle, a collection of points that give an illusion of continuity, the shock of returning, a contact brings certain things into focus, a return, coming back, yielding, and the girl in the shoestore, tall and leggy, raven haired beauty, probably goes to uic, i wonder as i walk by, walking to work, day after day, off the el, she stands above and beyond, apart