“The wheeze of progress.”

One line today jumped out of a poem I was reading – Minor Seventh by Jeffrey Bean:

“The wheeze of progress.”

Indeed, “wheeze” seems to be the correct word.  Not “flow” or even the more neutral “occur.”  Progress seems, by nature, to be full of fits and starts, of frenetic activity that results in the “wheeze.”

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