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YOU’LL BE IN THE AIR

In some hours you’ll be over the sea lost in the other passengers on the plane, but if you just moved your arms then you could tell that you are in the air. You’d feel the yawning gulf grow wider. You’d feel the dwindling fuel for your lungs so your breaths would slow. You’d be in the air. You’d feel the hot blowing rock-filled winds. The clouds of ash would fill your skies as you smoothly glide over the cold river basin where we spend each night. For me now, again your gaping gap is pink in foggy light. When I wake up your pet will pounce on me, I’ll meet the day. I’ll be in your bed and you’ll be in the air when I awake. Can you tell that I’m down here? Can you feel my hot lungy wind? When you smelled my skin did you not lose yourself? I’ll look pinkly out your window in the fog. Loud and clearly I’ll make out your resounding roar. You’ll be in the air. You’ll bear fruit, your bare feet, your bare arms in the heat. You’ll be able to feel your might.

Written by:
Phillip Whitman Elverum

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