how
How
the only way to see
the wind is to witness
what objects
to it—what it can
or cannot say. Though
isn’t this all in the
eye of the observer:
it’s yes, it’s no, it’s
some degree of
maybe. Watch
the shredded ends
of each prayer
flag be lifted
be sifted be skittered
to the plane edge
of places to the rising
foundation
of
places
to be either struck
there by other debris
rising and falling in
this wind
leaf sideways
pasted
sheet flip
knitting
always makes me
think it’s a creature being
chased. mouse. mole. ground
squirrel. something
bound
to be
small.
how in all possibility
it is likely a bird
in the sky at the most
impossibly right time.
rising.
flying by. dry
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