- Vol. 10
- Chapter 11
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Image by Kitty Harrison x Dylan Sauerwein
Earth, breathe
I do know the sound of air
pokes and stares in a quirk curve
curtains fly and sand-like nylons grin beside birds
tot stones grace my eye with all glee and grit
and air douses the censure
unlike wallflowers, gales don't careen/tip/sway
air is not drunk, has no trait of some shrinking violet
and when the end creeps over the horizon, it struts
on mountains, like a little one feels its new toes,
it shuffles, lingers long
long enough to be listless,
takes all in - a plethora of earth's hue and cry
then, it
breathes
we call it "fresh air"