What I want to say
Does a speedy estimate
Of words I contain
Before deciding it is
Safe to brave so much fresh air.
There is a beauty
In the newly bestowed clear
Space – nothing hurries;
The birds are better at home,
Exhaust is missing rush hour.
I walk breathing deep
Though pollution is absent
Pollen soldiers on
Running my nose, forcing these
Sneezes and coughs troubling me.
A calm filters down
A peace often dearly missed,
Acceptance descends –
A careful celebration,
Renewed clarity, fresh air.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
The prompt today for Prompted Positive Poetry’s Facebook Group was “fresh air.”
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