Air

Struggling, lungs draw in
Air, not quite meeting their
Quota. Head spins,
Dizzy without its usual
Take from the lungs’
Acquisition. They tumble
Together into soft sheets
And mourn the missing
Element together,
Slumbering, hoping
It will return soon.

(This is my October 31st, and final, contribution to Poem A Day October. I used the following writing prompt: Write about smoke, clouds, air, wind, or gases.)

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