Breathe And Go On With Your Story

by Sharon Auberle & Rosslyn Prosser
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imagine
I am the air
touch me
yes   you can…
breathe me

I.

something holds back
what was once freely given
no rain
no blossoms
not even tears

yet on the breeze
a fragrance
of first
spring violets

II.

crows are
stitching up the skies
two keep coming together
love?
or war?

what is happiness
someone cries…
a gull soaring
on lazy winds answers
now and now and now only

new moon tonight
proceed
as the way opens

III.

can you feel it?
all those spirits
humming through
the air today?
go on, invite them in…
why not?

a woman is remembering
someone gone too soon
wishes she could believe
he is that breeze
gently tousling her hair

there weren’t enough
nights, she says
to dance
under the stars
clothed only
in summer winds

IV.

sunny Sunday
morning
a delicate air stirs
the nearly gone
gold of forsythia

at sunset
so drenched
in lilac breezes
I can’t think
straight

toad song fills the night
full flower moon
and me
listening

V.

air is heavy
like water–this morning
a child flies by
on scooter, laughing
parting it as she goes

once I could fly
an old woman cries
she is sure of it
birdwoman–with wings

in our bedroom
white curtains
blowing in
like hungry ghosts

touch me
I whisper
yes you can… imagine
we are fire
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