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I exhale
and unwittingly
send out smoke signals
like the quietest SOS
fashioned out of deep sighs
that accumulate from thousands and thousands of held breaths
the wind close by
busy whistling through tumble weeds
graciously catches each sigh
blows me kiss after kiss that flutter my eyelids
and tickle my ears like a whisper that seems to say
‘it’s okay my love — I’ve got you my dear’
