The Wind I Taste
Cool, crisp wind across my face
Brings the pollen to my lung
It festers there, all I taste
Choking on the bitter mace
My last bell might be rung
Cool, crisp wind across my face
Dressed in gown of yellow lace
These old songs to be sung
It festers there, all I taste
Day and night my gait doth pace
Out the window all reason flung
Cool, crisp wind across my face
Breathing subdued inside this case
The pollen swells my tongue
It festers there, all I taste
Slow infection, losing the race
Memories pile up like dung
Cool, crisp wind across my face
It festers there, all I taste.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2013
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