Oh man, this is a great poem for all those lost loves. |
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Quiet BreathI think of people breathing, as I breathe,across town, across rooms and continents, oceans, airwaves, satellites and muddy roads This singular connection of lives, disconnected The common thread of life, lungs moving, nostrils flared or slim, dependent on the current of our metered commonality, loosely strung Inhaling--binding lives and loves--exhaling loss His breath comes easily, bending over words Six time zones west, steel canyons support a dangling cigarette, smoke tears the eyes that leap and stutter flame across another page Hers comes quickly, building to cry out the gasp of sudden holding, momentary breathlessness Collapsing into arms that once were mine, I hear her even-out like a returning tide, eyes wet Thought, scattered like birds circling, each moment of remembrance seen from different wings, when only thoughtlessness comes home to roost And a quiet breath is all there’s left to share |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
