Breath Poem by Summer Shaw

Breath



Inhale.
Exhale.
Again and again we continue.

The knots of a fine rope circle in on themselves
as the cool water turns warm.

Sequential memories flow within the circles and drip down making a pool.
I am less than becomes we are more-

No longer searching for so much as yearning to find the reflection of you within the gentle currents above and below.

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Summer Shaw

Summer Shaw

San Marcos, TX
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