it tears away
at the trees
bending them

it makes sounds
in the rigging
of the sailboat

it creates movement
where nothing
should move

the creaks
the moans
the crackling mutters

i feel it
laying as i do
huddled in bed

i wonder over it
then subsiding

it cripples my mind
and then wakes
it up

it haunts and mocks
and dances jigs
over open ground

the seals romp
in it and the waves

i see darkness
and sea foam
flying on the shore

there is no escape
nor should there be
it reeks of now

the wind


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