lightly

her breath by Alistair Chong

falling,

plucked from her perch
lifted by the breeze,
seduced by the sway.

falling.

dances with the breath
twirling, swaying,
grace is her own.

falling.
softly, feathered hands
drop her to the ground
and she is

falling.

set on the ground
fragile beyond a touch
ever so.

she is.