Soft Air

Soft Air

The air is soft today – 
the air which leads my hair towards the west.
My eyes search quizzically
across rough grasses 
to the wooden bridge where you stand. 
You lean awkwardly, 
staring moodily at the stream’s gentle flow
and I wonder ……….
will you pass my door
when the owls are high in the silent sky.

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