Breathings
Poem
Summer comes to that end
inspired
from the beginning.
While a bubble from a hiding trout
skyrises slow
as the silky spill of milkweed,
a pit splits a plum
hymen-quiet
before the morning yield
and a vessel breaks
in brain bathings,
the mouth of the man open
round with vowels
final silent and wise.
About the Author
Loretta M. Sharp
Loretta M. Sharp teaches at the Interlochen Arts Academy, Interlochen, Michigan, where she established the writing program in 1976.

