Douglas Barbour
breath ghazal 28:

i can step with this poem out of time
i think  .     a lyric lying lightly on my tongue

but breathe    "out of thought  eternity:   Cold
Pastoral"     in the dead of winter       white traces

hang scattered in air       vistas fade   fantastic
cityscapes of the human intention to speak to

what     is the inhalation    for
but to push it all out   after  fffaaahhh

further       to this deponent says     nothing
a silence so loud it can be read across the sky

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