Last gasp

Standing in tree tops
New perspective
In yellow light

Trimming up
For the better good
Not interpreted as such

As if crying out
With one last gasp
A smoke puffs out

Exhaling the future
Into the world
In multiple breaths

Yellow powder
Yellow sky
Green tomorrows

By Makar

Stephen Sutherlin is a designer, poet and musician. He writes poetry about life in the southwest and enjoys metrical lyricism.

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