wind waves like
ghosts
stirring beyond
breaking the loud silence
as they begin
rushing towards me
roaring
as the pines
rip against them
a hiccupped breath
and a slight lift of my hair
an interlude
as they pass by
over the bare field
before onward
through the treeline
then
they’re gone
wandering and searching
for another
lone dweller
to whisp aware
to nudge them from
that place
while I say goodbye
and return
to be with you

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