Air given substance
mass, dimensions
as if we could cut it
and serve it on a plate
Now suddenly summer
hot, humidity
burning off the morning
a coolness of spring
weight in the air
Yet the sounds, the motion
waking of new morning
tamped down, slowed
as if by heavy, sticky air
Web of the morning
lowered to the ground
though an invisible blanket
our world ensnared, wrapped
in the waves of the heat
Air given substance
form, function
as if it was a bed of kelp
in the tidal waters
New poem June 2, 2013
“Air given substance”
Edited June 2, 2013
“Sticky Air – v3”
Edited April 24, 2013
“Sticky Air – v2”
May 19, 2010
“Sticky Air”
about our walk to the
Pembroke Village School
Pembroke, NH
May 19, 2010
and the quiet this morning
because of the rain
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