Sunday, May 8, 2011

Old and New

How is it that something new
Can start out of something old
Which has risen, ripe, to the
Calm, undisturbed surface?

Swimming, web-footed, toward the light of day
You breech, finally, and air,
Exploding into the
Lungs,

You are alive again,
The stale breath mixed with
Tender freshness.

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