Poem: Ridding Bad Air

 

When you have lost value and heart

or feel that the wind has drove down your strong self,

dig under the collar of those flattened at cross.
Comfort the flowers to ‘semble a cup

of all of the grained love

you’re now missing, without.

 

In doing these deeds, as if looking for glee,

your breath keeps on coming.

Your temp pain might ease.

 

© Pat Mellow

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