breath
By Clark Myers
think of your ribs as bricks
stepped toward the sky
think of your breath as smoke
and your love toward your loved
as late night embers
think of your heart as bellows
and kindling
our place here
is to burn as one
think of us as flames
on candle wicks
being passed from one
to another
Clark Myers has had poems published in local and regional publications. He lives in Vineyard Haven with his wife and two children.
