An After Poem

Guess I’m still suffering a PAD hangover because I joined in the Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry prompt to write an ‘After’ Poem After we fallI try to standBut my breathIs caught betweenAn inhale and exhaleWe are no longerAn exquisiteMurmurationDefying probability andNature I try to walkBut the world has shiftedAirLimbsGravityNo longerWork in harmonyI think even the … More An After Poem