Poem: 'Exhale'

Jun 2, 2018 1 min read
Poem: 'Exhale'

I've read some thought-provoking poetry lately and am beginning to appreciate the medium again. I also haven't written any in ages and am just now remembering how well it helps me meditate on life's details. Hello, poetry.


Exhale

Bunk bed chatter
House fans hum in syncopation
Neighborhood dogs on the beat
And the day shuts down like an old laptop

Porch lights lined up like birthday candles
A minty breeze cools my tired neck
A passing car invades
Inhale.

Crickets.

Crickets.

Exhale.


Image is a portion of:
Nocturne in Black and Gold – The Falling Rocket
James Abbott McNeill Whistler, 1875


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