blind gust
with her boundless reaches
she moves within the crowds
houses with no windows
contemplates the leaves
barrowing with the foragers
wisdom has gone away
fickle with the winds
have reached their destination
the torches watch their gust
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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