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Breath

This house breathes.
I hear it
In the depths of night
Gentle and even like a heartbeat.
After the rain
I go outside
And smell her breath
Sweet and strong to remind me
Of those who have come before.
Sometimes I think she might swallow me up.
She looks scarred and hungry
And then she falls silent for days
And I fear she might have slipped away
But no.
She is here.
She reaches out to me
In the fleeting moments
On a Tuesday afternoon
When the sun washes the surface
Of the world
And warms the insides of my eyelids
And lifts me up like a child.
She is breathing even now.