Toast
The
air seems
distant, no
landscape to see.
Dusty purple greys
the hills. The sky breaks out
in argument with weather
as air holds warm and motionless.
It’s one of those simple things,
like walking through fire to toast some bread.
written for Victoria’s dVerse Etheree prompt of building a geometric shape based syllables (1 through 10).
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