Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Heat is elusive in winter
a spiraling opaque creature
shifting through windows
pressed breath against glass.

Every day, I breathe in
air spongelike
I breathe in history
emotion, pollution
I breathe other people's air.

We all share
sifting through piles of molecules
using the discard
recycling the rest.
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