One Simple Motion
The house is dark again.
Music drifts,
softly settles
like dust
on my face.
Now is the time
when veils decline-
when I can see
the faint motion
of breath;
my chest rising and
falling, life expelled
and pulled sharply back:
living and dying
in one, simple
motion.
poem by Steven Federle
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