An exhaled pause that could
stretch into a week or even years,
a jittery finger on the trigger,
or uneasy as a flag, flapping a single wing,
the color of clouds painted upon a blue canvas.
We might talk or we might
It all depends
upon the lungs, its inhale
and what is expelled.
© Ami Mattison
For G-Man's Friday Flash 55
Photo courtesy of portobeseno