One Simple Motion Poem by Steven Federle

One Simple Motion



The house is dark again.

Music drifts,
softly settles
like dust
on my face.

Now is the time
when veils decline-

when I can see
the faint motion
of breath;

my chest rising and
falling, life expelled
and pulled sharply back:

living and dying
in one, simple
motion.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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