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wind. im listening to it. at 2 am. its dark , of course. i ve left all my doors and windows open to hear it. its like a storm coming, but there are no clouds. its like on the beach. but there is no sand. its like wonder, like i saw it across the grass today, over the low sun, slicing, like a skipping stone, across the green of the golf course. andi felt like flick flacking -- thats handspring in english, but all i could muster were cartwheels. the golfers were around. i found a ball. like an easter egg and took it home to add it to my collection.
so um, wind. right. wind speaking shhhh whispering in my ears. its like ... shhhaayying ssshhhommething ...
blowing leaves
across the path, that she shared with me,
in our minds.
yes. the one that lead to the abandoned old house,
not much more than boards now
where we made love on the floor
still now
and a long time ago