by Steve Tanham
Terminal Outbreath
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You know my sighs, and yet,
I am a stranger to your knowing;
Though not your eyes, which,
Drinking in my flowing,
See me.
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As vision sees the fleeting blink,
As petals bid farewell
To the last drop of dawn’s clear ink;
As the young bird triumphs, briefly,
in the uplift of a feathered wing
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And even here,
In the stale air of boarded flyers gone,
Of distant vapour’s smell which thrust them on,
Of tiny crumbs where junior sat with mom
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My sigh that knows no ears remains to kiss the emptied one
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©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2015
Sun in Gemini 
I think it is incredible how you manage to say so much, with so few words. A talent I wish I possessed…
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Thank you. They are moments that have a ‘voice’ and I try to listen to what they are saying …
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