One Simple Motion

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The house is dark again.

Music drifts,
softly settles
like dust
on my face.

Now is the time
when veils decline-

when I can see
the faint motion
of breath;

my chest rising and
falling, life expelled
and pulled sharply back:

living and dying
in one, simple
motion.

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2 thoughts on “One Simple Motion

  1. Steven, I have been having trouble getting to poets lately. Life, especially with the election and the effort to sell our house in New Mexico, has been a little too hectic. This poem reminds me why I value your poetry so much, however. It does what poetry should do: It does not say; it means. You paint a word image, a quality that shines in your poetry overall, and then you bring to that image an emotional depth that makes the poem memorable:

    Music drifts,
    softly settles
    like dust
    on my face.

    You are simply an exquisite poet.

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