Wind and Climate
We sat there on the sandy throne
As gathering pebbles and seagulls stood
Wondering without a care in the world
A sun blasted sky upon enthralling waves
Heat for bodies that sprawled on mud
And watch passively for the year to change
Or recovered from the throat of a bottle
Jesus drenched with liquor and war
The municipals carved firmly with precision
Definite upon the land's presentation
Capped the gust of motor pipe wind
Residential monopoly for those with eyes
Workers lifted about, heads drifting
The live in barter for compensation
As animals raced into sensation
Crows and dogs unconcerned about the wind
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