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carried away
a southerly buster in Spring
I’d say from nowhere
but we know
close windows
or the kids go crazy
kind of day vanish
clouds of a storm
petal strew
bark fling
leaves have left the tree
and the washing!
aeroplanes all take off
by themselves
on tour in the tumble
like mad things
trains get lost on the line
a starling fights the wind
gulls in their element
harbour hover
two legs rush about upright as indicated
and that, friends, was yesterday’s weather
am I flying a kite?
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