Horse wet from the rain
stands nostril to nostril in the barn with me
the dampness of her face
rising softly on the breath between us
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Water, breath, air
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Morning air:
Morning air: thick weave
of song – tiny frogs pulse news
of earth’s beginnings
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Geese will arrive
The air bites, sharp
as Winter’s kiss. But wait:
Geese will arrive, necks stretched,
wings spread,
pulling a softer wind
to wrap our fresh-bared skin.
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