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.