Breath
it echoes beside my bed
as I sleep
pants just behind
my running feet
is medicine
as I sit on the mat
exchanging air
with trees
works hard as bellows
powering my voice
giving me grace
to sing
and finally
as I come to the end
my last breath
is carried on the wind
6/9/21
Nice. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely piece (peace?). Great photo too.
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