“Did The Dads Know?”

bundled little boys

smoke the damp chill bus-stop air

matching their dads breaths

“Drunk Girl Rams Two Cars (She Blew A .33 Blood Alky)”

Drunk girl rams two cars

at stop! and says, “it’s Trump’s fault:”

Marvel she could talk!

“Breath Control – For Rest & Recovery*” Tanka 286

Breath in – nasally.

Hold four counts, exhale by mouth,

hold four counts and repeat.

 

Use that diaphragm!  Rise and Fall!

Later, you increase the count!

 

*(I practiced this form of relaxation/concentration breathing infrequently in high school.  When, finally, I was blinded and deafened by a rocket-propelled grenade in a strange bunker (my first time in one at night) in Vietnam, I began “tasting” my face and chest and arms for a copper-presence signifying blood outside its usual bounds: so I began my yoga breathing game to slow both my heart and my breath in hopes of rescue.  I had been left alone and what happened next in my mystery play was up to me.  Within an eon or seven or six minutes, vision returned, and I searched for my flak jacket to wear over my head – my glasses and my rifle: hah! – I ran with unerring vision somehow straight to the command bunker and yelled my way inside…and then went back to breathing and counting…and have been doing so intermittently ever since!)

“Shady-spot Time Signs”

Merlot, Dave Ramsey,

Honor Harrington and burn,

give season to now!

“Can You Still Breathe?”

if you can draw breath

you can do yoga – so do!

the least is the most!

“Necessary”

life necessitates

continual responses

to both breath and love