linda jenkinson - Breezy

A special breath has been whispering
Around my neck of late-
Some breezes cool us on hot days
Evaporate our accumulated heats.
Yet it's cold here now-
Is that why the breath
Is so warm?
It hits the back of my neck
Even when the breather isn't around
Which astounds me.

I would breathe back of course
But first I must inhale deeper.

Why rush in front of breezes?

linda jenkinson

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