wind

A surge of waves in an open sky,
it caresses the earth countless
times, sighing through
valleys and raging along seas.

But it also makes a child cry
when it plays with his balloon,
and it ruins a date as a girl walks,
fluttering her skirt and leaving

shining hair tangled like a birds
nest. It leans against your car,
pushing it to the center of the road,
makes branches brush against a

window late at night in an
unsettling tease. The same
gust that steers paper boats
and allows kites to kiss the sky

chose which city
settled buried under
the ash and rock of Vesuvius.
Powered by whims of spontaneity,

clever Zephyr tugs at your
thin coat, breathing on your neck,
drifting beside idle thoughts.

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