a flag listless hangs- a song unsung children chant' await and chant again, and run- give chase to all that will run as well the breath that stirs- awaits and the madness of a clear blue sky thirsts the bake _____
this air that travels and wet through window, grasps my face in welcome has scent of field grown uncut, pastures lost forgotten- the edge of city restless like the breath that fills these lungs and seeks a path elsewhere