Preferred Breath

My preferred breath –

–Your country breath to city hush,

the tumbled grass and verdant lush,

the Lily pads and dew webbed mush,

than sloshy trash and day old slush

How rainstorms walk the seashore breeze

And flowers cook the food for bees,

How witching trees glow with icy freeze

Not ozone gases and taxi fees, —

The way You haunt the trees at night,

and ring the cowbell in Your Flight,

I’d take that sigh of You each night,
at odds with liquored traffic fights

and blaring horns til morning light,

I’ll wait in grass as tall as sight —

And with Your bond bring butterflies,

their subtle fondness makes me cry,

They tend to leave as nerves will die,

when still unslept a City sighs.
But You have heard that city cry,

When whipping winds glance off so spry,

And reap the coiled truth denied

Off skyscrapers and building’s ply. —

And in The cloud lined 3d sky

diaphanous airships ready by

depart the ether ahead the dye,

That swarthy blanket That breath defies.
Perhaps You breathe, a country try,

Why do You mouth with no reply?

The haunting whisper the pines imply

Ephemeral beauty just passing by
-On short-lived gasps of distaff lies

Come sheets of rain to compound eyes

Or Pratt knots made or Windsor ties,

Un-waft beneath the street swept skies.
The wind pressed fields, supernal guide,

The perils fought on resplendent tides,

The breadth of life the Creator’s pride

A Freedom Tower built to heal the sky.

And from the chambers we concur

No man nor angel are preferred

a vision clear can sure be blurred

of city, country, state or curb

How intimate Your breath be heard,

More easy than the spoken word

A latent storm with ghostly spur

How simple as the traveling bird.

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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

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