POEM: the world’s breath

the world’s breath

I’m in some
bastardized
Burmese posture
as the wind
tries its many hands
against the walls.
Are we ever so
comfortable
as when
whatever shelter
we’ve conjured
proves able
to withstand
nature’s
not-so-gentle
reminders?

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Jason Crane
29 December 2018
Cheshire, NY

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