Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.



Crisp air

Less definite now

those brittle breaths

have passed for

another year


summer air

its humid mass

presses down

on limbs



no movement

until autumn


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This entry was posted on February 27, 2016 by in Poem, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , .
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