Breathing Room: July
Lying on his back under tall trees
he is also up there. He rills into thousands of twigs and branches,
is swayed back and forth,
as if in a catapult seat outflung in slow motion.
Standing down by the jetties . . .
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Each poet will write / their own hell. In mine, like yours, / I’ll be condemned to beauty. — Yusuf Saadi