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visible breath
on a cold cold morning
we rise to get what we can
to bow again to that golden calf
to build another castle of sand
.
visible breath
on a cold cold morning
we rise, and the world rises too
to meet us, to fill us
for a moment—and vanish
are we consumers…
or are we being consumed?
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(First published in Wisdom Crieth Without Magazine, November 2012.)
About the Creator
Dave Bonvillian, Jr.
I write poetry and Speculative-Fiction short stories. I've had the privelage of having one of my poems published in Wisdom Crieth Without magazine.
I am currently living in Missouri with my wife, three children and two ridiculous dogs.
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