This entry is part 29 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Trees sway like drunks
in a sudden gust of wind—
the clacking of their branches.

The whole hillside
is in motion around me,
standing here with my head cold

almost gone.
How marvelous it is
just to breathe.

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