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Forever Wind

This bright wind, that’s how it is. This quick, cold air yes, that’s how it is. As if that small patch of trees might grow out of my memories and fill the world around me, that’s how it is. Pennsylvania brown, grey-green thin winter branches twisting wrapping a universe in their arms that’s the way just like that. And I would be forever walking quietly through those woods lightfoot mysterious walker through the trees where no one can hear me as I am invisible that’s how it is yes, it’s just that way as the bright wind weaves itself into grey cloudy forests deep in the afternoon as that bright grey wind follows me in the forever afternoon and I find myself searching for this forever afternoon in that stillness between day and night In between time when I practiced walking quiet and invisible listening forever

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