A Poem, Four Stanzas

Yesterday the wind blew
in off the sand and seas, so
crisp — easy to breathe.

It kicked the dew up through
the sky, up above the
mountain— so high.

It stopped and knocked on 
heaven’s gate, but it was late — 
the sun had bid goodbye.

I'll stay… I'll wait. The static’s
returned to fill my mind —

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