Sep 10, 2022
RWND/02.28.2017: again and when
One.
I stood still within the Wind last eve, Let Her fingers tease my hair, And, through squinted eyes afraid of drying, Glimpsed Her guessing She came from nowhere (Yet from somewhere, lest I be lying). And, lightly, She grasped me by the sleeve, Heartened me to face the west, Where, sourced beyond my long-shadowed arbor, A mellow giant did seek His rest In some recessed…
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