VAPORS AND MISTS

the meadow

absorbs a

light morning rain

breathing it out

by late

afternoon

as I walk through

with my

arms extended

vortices

from rising vapors

twist off the

ends of my

hands

forming contrails

drifting

silently to the

ground

without any

evidence

as I reach

the other side


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