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Poet Commentaries

Inhaling

Inhaling

At her exams,
white knuckles
overheated lead
and chaffed rubber.
The creak of eye sinews
as they wander
into the rough.

The stench of esteem,
alpha and beta
masked by labeled denim.
Exposed bellies
rolled over to defeat,
and stiff haunches
approach fate.

Epiphany
from Elizabeth;
a smile and breath.
Knuckles relax,
the lead cools.
Her scent inhaled
her path tracked
to the warm blood
of insight

Teacher inhales,
sniffing at each desk
monitoring each student.
Almost she can see
the sparrow’s scent
as it finds
a new home,
and the purr of a lion
on a new path.

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