Terminal Outbreath

stevetanham

Terminal Outbreath

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You know my sighs, and yet,
I am a stranger to your knowing;
Though not your eyes, which,
Drinking in my flowing,
See me.
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As vision sees the fleeting blink,


As petals bid farewell

To the last drop of dawn’s clear ink;

As the young bird triumphs, briefly,

in the uplift of a feathered wing

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And even here,

In the stale air of boarded flyers gone,

Of distant vapour’s smell which thrust them on,

Of tiny crumbs where junior sat with mom

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My sigh that knows no ears remains to kiss the emptied one

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©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2015

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