At night I open my bedroom window,

wide for a warm breeze, just a crack for a sliver of cold.


Our indoor cats crave outdoor air,

their noses jostle at the patio door.


On hot windy days laundry dries quickly.

On a winter morning sheets hang stiffly.


I had a yoga teacher once—He said:

“On rising take 10 deep breaths of fresh air.”


Coal plants may be making a comeback.

Soon they’ll be selling fresh air in bottles.

©2016 ontheland

 After I wrote this poem I thought I would do a web search to see if air (other than pure oxygen) has been marketed.  Indeed it has been . I found an interesting February report from the UK.

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