Sunday, November 13, 2022

Air

This morning the air
felt so light,
it was hard to imagine
it colored the sky blue.
This morning the air
felt so light,
it was surprising how hard
it pushed my hand back
as I stuck it
out the car window.
How could this be the stuff
that makes mornings like this,
and colors, and pushes hands,
and lifts airplanes
to far-off lands?

by Robert Lloyd Jaffe

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