*The Color of Sighs*
Sometimes when a sigh escapes
the body
like love
it is inhaled again
on the next breath.
Sometimes a sigh is caught
on the wings
of a passing moth
and consumed
like wool.
Sometimes when a sigh escapes
the body
it is scattered
by the blades
of a cooling fan.
A sigh escaped from
the body
invisible, intangible
often dissipates
dissolves
like love. What color is it then?
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i got a bit poemed-out by that napopwrimo exercise, so missed last week. and
now i'm way behind on reading, too -- will try to catch up in the next few
days
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~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
