Inhale
By Sara Theurer
Summer is thick like
breath under the sheets
as you fall asleep.
Stale air, bitter
and humid.
Today the wind blew
cool as new breath
taken from the bedroom air.
Breath drawn desperately from
the cold, fresh space.
The sharp, citrus breeze
cleans the palette
and feel strange at first. But,
wonderful as it permeates
your clothes and tiptoes
up your back.
I’d almost forgotten the Fall.
The peppermint tea end
to an arduous summer
is a happy surprise.
I stepped outside
and could breathe again.
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