A bird hangs between foreground background :
the sugarcane field and casuarina trees beyond,
in the intermediate hour when shadows blur
heat breaks as slats of glass piled in the room,
pond a sheet of jade takes in a breath:
the moment of inhalation when the pollens
puff their chests out, wear coloured scarfs,
smear secretions of desire; then exhale deep
as they perform a dance of procreation.

Day 4
Big Tent Poetry – write a poem with lungs in it


7 thoughts on “Breath

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