Last Gasp

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The last gasp of a season of wonder.

Gulp of air — a little leak, then nothing more.
I look him fearlessly in one eye — right, then left.

He is more like a bird though he preached about them incessantly.
Stopped caring about them after he stopped breathing.

Not a moment too soon.
I look into his stony eyes again.

He has stopped breathing, stopped everything in fact.
The day begins to brighten.

It won’t rain.
For a moment, anyway, until he clears the earth.