I feel sigh after sigh arising,
moving in a slow spring breeze
that will not let them leave,
caught in a crosswind that makes
now feel like forever. And sigh
again. The sources of longing
and loss hidden. I want to hear
some blues about love lost and found
some blending of pain and gain
on a guitar string that almost breaks,
some voice that knows the depth I
need to reach before l can breathe
again, that knows that life doesn’t
begin with a cry but a sigh just
before the crying begins.
- Byron Hoot
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