Breath
11/4/98

For the first time this fall
I saw my breath as i exhaled
It hung out in front of me
And drifted slowly off

I drove away slowly in my car
It also exhaling its breath
Into the chilly autumn air
Steam rising, then drifting off

It is cold sometimes in the morning
And it gets cold at night too
The sun tries to hide when i come out
It isn't quite fast enough

Every day I see the morning sunrise
Every day I see the evening sunset
But I never see the small part in between
And I don't even care