Exhalation by Sue Small

It is overcast today. The blue God seems to favor Above all other colors Is missing from the sky. Outside the window Near the chair Where my father once sat I sit here now knowing He’s not coming back. The wind outside his window Looking for a corner to sing in An ash pile to liberate. In the distance Fallen snow rises Like clouds of steam And a hawk seeks dinner In the field below. So much feathery intent Held aloft on this clear cold Breath of January.

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