Fear No Poetry
Excursions into poetry with no boundaries nor expectations.
Monday, April 6, 2020
Breath
I have called forth
breath from my breath,
but what can we do
when lungs resist, turn silent,
when the air itself
declines my invitation?
J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 2020
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