Poem by Sonny Rainshine
The icy exhalations of a sudden Alberta clipper,
the temperate gasps of zephyrs in late July,
The inspiration and expiration
of Nature’s persona, a heave to defy
or a sigh of resignation:
everything hinges on the moment
between the taking in and the letting out,
and the letting go.
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