Shot from canal
we land naked
awash in blood
no boundaries
that we might touch
to get our bearings
Cold air slaps us
To breathe, we cry
and so begins
instructionless
experiment
we call a life
©Barbara Moore, Co-Editor
1 comment:
Elemental and deadly solemn -- bursting literally into first breath, and no way out but through; not your usual wry, humorous "out." Here, a splendid reminder that each of us is simply a creator, free to experiment with blood and lungs and breath, until we are no longer able, last breath.
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