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The breeze this eve blows wispy
through whispering leaves well-fastened
while whisking the dry and fallen
in sporadic crispy fashion
I watch unmoved but wistful
envisioning wild twirling dancers
whirling in silk-woven softness
free from unforced attachment
If I were light and willowy,
I’d welcome the lift of the wind chairs
to whip and raise me child-ward
on billowy memories once shared
But the current is not for wishing
its waves of presence now wafting
as drafts of air rush wisely without
I inhale the breath of the wind
