AIR by PRB
I stare at air, way up there.
It tussles up my hair
it carries the scent of the bear,
that’s biting my derriere.
What a scare!
And now my tonsils blare
and break the silence of the air,
but I don’t care.
For now I long for thinnest air
into which to escape the bear.
I wish that there were nothing there
but air, no bear.
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