#127 - as I live and breathe

8.5.20

127

as I live and breathe

there are breezes

there’s this whistling in me

here’s the itch

and skin come back

it is continuous with world

and where I/we have been spoken

all inwardly I am now

a little squeak

pigeon coo

grunt

growl

it’s any animal I am

much guessed

prettily sit

listen, pray

winter I’m cloud of

breathless to be uphill

nag of finger

ears rotate

catch rays

and craft above

could be all hum in head

I am a somewhat swallow

flew

pause to record

throw questions

and tickle too

please touch

stretch and make skies of it

as I live and breathe