#1047 - the whereabouts of the wind

 

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the whereabouts of the wind

 

butterfly, I

flit here

flit there

by shadows of an afternoon

 

last, lately, of no fixed address

 

in a bright breeze up

like bees, high to the tops

and wonder, we do

ask after

 

everyone wishes to know

the whereabouts of the wind

 

there it went and tumble too

but where is it at now?

 

looked for it everywhere

some days simply too much seeing

 

as socks down into gumboots go

and wallabies at graze

 

I was in the crown

took in

and could be swept away

 

went all over the picture seeking

 

there have been days it was right through me

lay in the wake

 

the wind has a long way to fall

from nowhere

 

a breeze in the blood

in lung too

 

the warm indoors

and the wind out there

 

giving nothing away

setting us all this fine example

 

a loop the loop

and a curlicue

 

I too take a turn around