by Billy Greene
Do not be a mouth-breather & live
by the Fox River. At least strive
to be a nose-sniffer & think on
the like-lavender of a pink dogwood
as to not swallow a stray water bug,
only to allow a ripe cherry bud
off a calloused branch to cusp your uvula
& drown your shallow mouth under a
breath of perfume without winged creatures.
You inhale something like forever
to sing, never choke.