don’t go chase the wind.

Don’t run too fast. Not far, there’s a chasm. Close your eyes, you’ll feel where the pain comes from. So to remove that ugly wrecker and then become…

On the top of the highest hill I sat.

The clear air, the rope I needed to beware.

But then the wind grew sharp, as your words,

and cut me loose – it’s my other side you educed.

Only a whisper was heard on my behalf.

The echo of my memories’ laugh.

                                                                          December 2013

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