“This morning I finally breathed in.
The deliberate warrior has eased past
the calendar for war.
The Sun instructs me to gradual feelings.
A few drops of Autumn leaves
wave the season’s memory.
I carry on life again until I hear
on radio: “Listen,” someone said, “More terrorists
are apprehended with city maps.”
No wonder our city maps are in short supply!
Enough to hold my breath again.”