made of air and indestructible
glimpsed in the trees
she tumbles and shakes
the limbs and leaves
and leaves
and there is calm
and we who are left look round,
catch eyes, smooth wild hair,
and laugh - well, that
was something else! A
storm in sunlight, sudden
and suddenly
gone
I wish I could follow the gale
and sit
with her
on a cliff
when her fit
has flown, and
her eyes gaze out
on a sea grown calm
as the sun shines warm
does her mouth set grim?
or smile at him? how do they
get along?
how does she get along
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