Cypresses VIII, Wind Day

Cypresses doing the sway dance this time

Light comes bouncing through the waving

Gaping branches to reveal nests woven into

Homes. My bird friends fold their wings

In restful reverie, rocked to slumber though

Wind shocks the day and sends me in.

I observe solid trunks punch the air

The sky accumulating great spasms of grey

Orange sun-dust scattering over roof-tops,

I hear huge gasps, the guttural roar of elemental




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