On a Florida summer afternoon,
I try to bring inside the heat
of soupy air I work through tired lungs.
My air is a studied breath,
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love this poem Barry and the images it brings to mind I too feel that sense of borrowed time
Thank you Norah. I have been ill for a long time but it will eventually come to an end. In the meantime I write as I always have.
I gathered that from the poem Barry If the truth be seen we are all on borrowed time. I had a lung removed last year so your image of fighting for air really appealed to me I feel more and more the preciousness of each moment I hope you continue to write Barry I love your poetry
good work, memories will remain still until you concede some one else..
tired knots of memory//I am alive on borrowed time///while I fight for air to fuel a few more memories of the seasons///= great verses, Barry.
Written about ten years ago. So I've managed to borrow a lot of time it seems.