BREATHING


    Inhale—I passed many weeds and green,


    growing things to find you.


    Exhale—a subtle scent like spring sidewalks


    after rich rain.


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    Inhale—half-covered by the towering


    bricks and lithe lattice of tasteful disguise,


    I almost do not see you there.


    Exhale—the thorns may prick and send


    shoots of pain that last, pulse like heart


    beats. Forget the feel, feel the petals


    that sit above the sharp.


    Inhale—


    and exhale.