breathing in

Poetry moves the earth around the sun,
it shakes my soul and my being
from the shackles of sameness
into the ether,
where entire conversations take place
on a breath of wind.


(c) 2020 BGeiger

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bgeiger

old lefty, wife, mom, grandma, dog-mom, opinionated ex-battered-wife

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