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By late afternoon, the lungs cloud:
small storms gathering
behind the ribs, beyond forecast.
A pressure moves in, unnamed,
like a childhood half-remembered
in the joints before rain.
The pulse turns barometric,
rising, falling with unseen tides,
translating sky into blood.
I called it illness:
this dimming of light
along the chest’s horizon.
But it is weather:
the body remembering
it is a world.
David Anson Lee is physician, philosopher, and poet based in Houston, Texas, whose work explores memory, human connection, and the liminal spaces between perception and reality. He holds a background in medical science and philosophy, bringing a reflective and inquisitive lens to his writing. His poetry draws inspiration from both contemporary and classical literature, emphasizing vivid imagery and emotional depth. His poems are forthcoming in Mobius, Euonia Review, and Unbroken Journal. David is currently developing a collection of original poems examining time, identity, and place.
