zephyr

let’s suddenly live without thinking
in our honest land;

wind does,

the mind of brainily-moving air
locked on the fierce dream
of destination.

by dusk

light has swallowed up the earth
so fiery
trees glisten in the shadows, with sweat

let’s live like a glance that echoes

and let’s

as meaning and rest, as silence
or the feathered-grass that wafts
to the pull of gravity
in an up-breathing draught

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