Oxygen
This was first published in Horizon Review, an online magazine, a few years ago..
Oxygen
We took it in together:
planes banking on tiers of sky,
and underneath two cabbage whites
tying knots in the air,
petals on the closing daisy,
lashes round the ox’s eye.
Later the pipistrelle,
its loopy figure of eight,
later still the moth,
its ragged orbit still its own
around its own hot sun.
And binding this our blood,
its start and finish, its brilliance,
the give-and-take
and give of oxygen.
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