The Wind

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I am not trying to
coerce the wind

Even if I could
the satisfaction
would be short lived

Holding a wild thing
hostage
always, ultimately,
breaks the jailer's heart

I am simply looking
for wind that is
blowing in my direction

Landing lightly in my hair,
washing over my skin...
freely, joyfully

moving towards me
and with me