One BreathOne lake, one wave, one drop—one grain, one more ripple in the sand on a beach, one beach, one shore—one path, one stair, one step, one board, one nail in the grain—one blade, one cluster of dune-borne grass, one passage—one cottage, one porch, one chair under shadow of an eave—one breeze, one heat, one sun—one day, one morning, one hour, one thought in the mind of a soul, in his living, in his being, in his life—one sky, one current, one breath. —first published in Waymark: Voices of the Valley Leaf Fall Asymmetric chandeliers instigate their rhapsodic drop, the ruddling scumble- trove of falling leaves and epiphanies whose sillage shellacs paw, pelt, and breezes. Trapezes sling these acrobatic hues into bold arcs, risky spins, pronounced turns before alights the wind-borne troupe of the trees. Stippled bark akin to camo backs the show, and cursive limbs announce the new season: caesura ending summer’s song. —first published in Escape into Life |
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