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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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BREATH

 

 


The sky’s rows and furrows,

your breath on my neck--

 

a gust lifts the grasses,

and they breathe.

 

Light runs through them

like a wind, saying, Wind.


-Richard Widerkehr