Issue: "a home for the wind"
unfettered
I let
myself go
a red kite's wings
measure the width
of this loneliness
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
hordes of crows
settle among treetops
outside my window
their wings whisper
an omen that someone
is about to die
at the waterfall
elephants perish while trying
to rescue each other
there is a lesson here
that humanity seems
to have forgotten
you seek me out
in my sun-dusted
writing room
but I have
already left my body
behind
windows rolled down
my fingers
splayed against the wind
a rooster tail
of prairie dust is all
I ever leave behind
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