And I Sighed by Peter A. Witt

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And I Sighed

The wind moved through the trees,

a murmur like a gentle sleeper's exhale,

slow, steady, endless.

 

The sky stretched wide above me,

a palette of muted colors

fading into darkness.

 

I stood on the edge of thought,

letting the weight settle,

letting the silence answer.

 

There was no conclusion,

no revelation—

only the quiet press of time.

 

And I sighed,

exhaling the vacuum,

inhaling the stillness.

© Peter A. Witt

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Peter A.Witt

Peter A. Witt is a Texas poet and a recovering academic who lost his adjectives in the doldrums of academic writing. Poetry has helped him recover his ability to see and describe the inner and outer world he inhabits. His work has been twice nominated for Best of the Net. He also writes family history and is an avid birder and wildlife photographer.

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Fire and Bees by Kenneth Pobo

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FIRE AND BEES

I descend

into a dishwasher, 

 

battle the slurg, 

weep with scalded plates.  

Wet eyelashes 

 

cover me in vision.  

Upstart time pulls 

a rug out 

from under me, 

threads made of fire 

and bees.

 

 © Kenneth Pobo

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Kenneth Pobo

Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections.  Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press) and Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers). His work has appeared in Asheville Poetry Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Amsterdam Quarterly, Nimrod, Mudfish, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.  

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