We enter:
light like the edge of dawn
so fragrant
We live: colorful like the sound
upon wind
We traverse:
hearing our own heart beat
floating on a wave
We depart:
heart in mouth
finally devouring each image
--Joyce Pointe
Almost without fail
We go on a morning walk
Taking vows with each step
Breathing chilly vapors
And sniffing the ground.
--Bill Krumbein
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