The wind is blowing–cool air comes down out of the mountains,night comes over the skyfilled with clouds. Summer heat flees on the wind,last of the summer darkenswith the end of the day. Curtains billow like sailsout into the airand in again, floating on the windon its changes. I turn off the fans,false winds,open all the windows,all …
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The Wind
You cannot see the wind. It moves the trees, pushes clouds across the sky, surges waves across the lake and sea; You can hear it– whispering through the forest, whistling ’round windows and chimney pots mourning over hollows in the land; You can witness as it tears the world by shreds of gossamer and flying signs, sends dust spiraling up into a summer …
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 