On a breath by Christina GleasonThis will be the choice of February:
to be light enough in the air to
plummet or rise, to throw
white bodies into the walls, to assault
quick red faces passing,
to gather and thicken
like tiny protestors, sticky
and immovable on the roads and walks,
or to embrace the warmth of a breath
that means to move us.
01/29/2004 Author's Note: A pre-pathetic repost. It seems appropriate, what with the Western NY hell of snow.
Posted on 01/29/2004 Copyright © 2024 Christina Gleason
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