Monday, December 14, 2020

some random physics
will determine which
lucky air particle
will swirl sporadically
through open doors
and eager ducts
to feed my
oxygen-starved soles,
gently pressed together
in folded welcome,
while identical forces
leave other bits
of breeze and
atmosphere hanging, unused,
in my windpipe,
now so desperate
to dispel them,
let some wander
beyond these windows
ever upward and
feed others savagely
to the ravenous
orange flame set
before me reaching
upward, ever upward,
for its life

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week