Let The Ground Breathe With You
Let the ground breathe with you,
not in opposition.
On my morning run
I pass by two elderly women
walking with their canes.
Scent of timeless roses.
Let the ground breathe with you,
not in opposition.
Dew drops line the center of aloe leaves,
the sweat on my unwashed morning skin,
has collected in the center of my chest−
still heavy with last night’s dreams;
I searched all night through alternative realities
for my drunk husband.Let the ground breathe with you.
not in opposition.
the sweat on my unwashed morning skin,
has collected in the center of my chest−
still heavy with last night’s dreams;
I searched all night through alternative realities
for my drunk husband.Let the ground breathe with you.
not in opposition.
A man walks by with his dog,
pants under his breath
“It’s harder uphill, isn’t it.”
–
Cacti Fur 
What a fantastic poem!!! Brilliant in every way. The rhythm is that of a runner. The meaning packs a powerful punch. And the end line is perfect. Fabulous job!!
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