#Poem – ah, yes

You shiver in the chill
Of the moment.
Not a Winter’s chill,
But that sort of shiver
That starts from the base
Of the exhale and will
Not let go; will not rest
Until every atom of air

Is gone from the lungs.

And I do hear your
Expiration of air:
Little tornadoes of whirling
Wind in miniature
That end in

“Ah, yes!”

~ by Stan Stewart
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