A Gust of Wind
A gust of wind
Brings me right back in
Inward, once again
With a deep breath
In the nose
Out the mouth,
I can handle the outside
With fortitude
Falling leaves—
They remind me:
The past cannot be
Replayed;
The future is not here
The only way
I can truly be
Is to keep breathing,
Let rise and fall keep happening
Inside of me
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