The Breeze Looks Inviting


with it’s cooling flow.

The trees are swaying,

but my windows

are closed,

as are the doors

and the cracks


Only light enters

smelling of heat —

sweet wet perfumed

air – impossible

to breathe.

I am a captive

in the catacombs

with no


to drink…..

waiting for winter

which will last

only one week.

October 2018

“My heart grew sick – on account of the dampness of the catacombs.”

Edgar Allen Poe. In¬†“The Cask of ¬†Amontillado”

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