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The grass leans one way
and stays
a slow permission
something passing through
without a name for it
just the feeling
of being slightly
rearranged
I left the window open
didn’t mean to
or maybe did
the curtain lifted
like it almost
had something to say
Wind moves through
the way a thought does
here and then
the shape of gone
I stood out in it
till I couldn’t
tell where it stopped
and I’d begun
The trees are having
a whole conversation
I only catch
every third word
something about
the afternoon
something about
how nothing stays
disturbed for long
It picks up
then it doesn’t
the sky the same
the air completely other
I keep turning
into it
like a door
that only opens
one direction
Just the wind
just the wind
just the wind again
moving through
like it lived here once
and still
kind of does