Sunday, July 3, 2011

Beautiful Breathing




She rises, and She falls, and

She rises, and She

falls, and She

rises,

And She

falls

and She—

hesitates— (for a second

at the crest

of the wave

of breath,

before

falling

like a sigh

on grass, or

“shshshshshshshshshsh”

like surf

pulling

away

and down

under the sound.



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