chaise lounge
it is in between seasons
a mixture of worn out colors
making the ground & sky
appear as an open sea
a baby’s cry can be heard
from within
a sure sign that someone
is coming back to life
not long ago I could behold
or perceive your breath
in the open air or beyond
my wildest imagination
february two thousand twenty-two
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