autumn breeze through the heart chakra
a gust of desire
for something eternal
flung open all these windows
inside me
exposing that place
that holds up the lungs
you know, the place where
fire is compressed into a point
and suddenly, the point
bounces forward
turns cool and hollow
a dancing tunnel of morning light
with autumn leaves floating upwards!
no two leaves ever identical
Shelina Gorain is a former software professional, a balcony gardener and a knitter. She writes from Toronto.
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