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listening to the wind

the wind wants to be heard, but lacks a voice
so she grabs onto the backs of leaves and
shakes them, rattling fences,
throwing dirt into our eyes
waves rising and falling
did the wind catch the sails
to guide us to shore
did we hear anything at all
or was it better left unsaid
she’ll trail off, nothing more
than a gentle breeze like before

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backdated post a day poem for October 23rd, 2017

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