William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

A Kindly Breeze to Please Old Bones

A distinct sense, while walking early in the morning through air that speaks of approaching snow, that each breath is greeting and farewell, and that each step is less a passing by, and more a passing through — that all I feel and see is a kindly breeze to please old bones, but never clings to flesh on which they’re hung — a present hum, a distant moan, a first and final call.

February 3, 2019

Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces

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