Forced breathing space

All that busyness of weeks

was it done in love

Then it was worth it

 Summer

no pause in the flow

of all kinds of upshots

Trying to take all in

that life has happened at me

lately

Where's my chair

 There's a whole layer of people

who live close to the mountains

Their word for "friend" is

I'll stand in for you when death comes

Imagine how they love

What's that smell, you ask?

That's me

burning out