Friday, March 13, 2015

into the wind

the world is full
of wind. small cups
of air, moving
into the absence
of someone
you loved, you cared
about.
the vacuum of souls,
the hollows
of porch swings,
chairs in the kitchen.
beds. the wooded cove.
you see the breeze
of her against the water,
smell her hair upon
your clothes. all
blowing away.

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