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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Wind

A whiff, a huff, a puff, a chuff, and then -
the breath becomes a breeze, gentle zephyr;
a wisp blows by, whisked along, a-flutter,
dancing by in the ebb and the eddy,
the draught and whinge and wheeze of the current.
The clouds begin to scud across heaven,
blown along the jet stream in a flurry
of light and moisture, of heat and motion;
the blow becomes a blast, the gust a gale,
and the whirlwind blusters as it musters
itself to fly snorting across the sky.
Ventilate, anemoi: fan forth, freely.

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