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Air (poem)

Air

I’ve been here before

In February

When it tries change color

Promising gold in a world of tin

As air doesn’t color

I’m always the fool

Air is air

It’s just there

it hovers my eyes in the bleak

but though with a wink

sits on my lips like an imp

waiting

want

halts with simple

colorless hue

and asks only my acknowledgement

until one day

Air

I’ve been here before

When it changes colors to lemon

Something air cannot do

But does defy

That

Air

One beautiful day’s eye

Air

I’ve been here before

And it’s a wonder

As winter dies

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Spring spung for a dVersepoets.com prompt

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2 responses to “Air (poem)”

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    merrildsmith

    I think you broke up some of the two-word names, but thank you for writing to the prompt. It is amazing how the air changes in spring.

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      Stephen J Frankenberry

      I did Merril, took a liberty or two from the prompt but thanks. It is indeed amazing how the air changes, just ask a cat who rushes to an open window.

      If Bella, as a cat, could do more than squeak in her tiny cat voice she would rejoice out loud at being in new air … and she does in small, old new spot, winter squared finally in windows tall and she forgives.

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