BREATHING

Inhale—I passed many weeds and green,

growing things to find you.

Exhale—a subtle scent like spring sidewalks

after rich rain.

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Inhale—half-covered by the towering

bricks and lithe lattice of tasteful disguise,

I almost do not see you there.

Exhale—the thorns may prick and send

shoots of pain that last, pulse like heart

beats. Forget the feel, feel the petals

that sit above the sharp.

Inhale—

and exhale.