The birds whistle their song Traces of soft grass in the air A prickly warmth on my back A clench on my lungs. Children’s laughter, a distant echo The ice cream van tune A stop motion picture A clench on my lungs. Elderly couples hold hands A dog chases a ball The world is turning as there’s a clench on my lungs.
Flies hum in the gloam - their glowing bodies float up high. Thoughts swim through dark pools, as my eyes stare wide at the unseen. My fight doused in doxepine, rides waves to dancing shores.
This is a re-write. I wasn't happy with version 1!