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.