What’s left? More breath.
Sky like a fish
Rose from the depth,
Swam to the west.
More breath, some death,
More breath. With luck,
More breath than death
For some time yet.
That’s what we’ll get.
That’s all we get,
Come down to it.
Take a deep breath,
When you can. Skies
Swim past. Days shine
In schools, east-west.
Take long, deep breaths.
Sunday, February 14, 2021
Lake of Days
