It occurred to me there are no
sharp corners
in the wind
and I was very glad to think
I had so close
a neighbor
to my thoughts but decided to
sleep before
inquiring
The next morning I got up early
and after yesterday had come
clear again I went
down to the salt marshes
to talk with
the straight wind there
I have observed I said
your formlessness
and am
enchanted to know how
you manage loose to be
so influential
The wind came as grassy sound
and between its
grassy teeth
spoke words said with grass
and read itself
on tidal creeks as on
the screens of oscilloscopes
A heron opposing
it rose wing to wind
turned and glided to another creek
so I named a body of water
Grassy Sound
and came home dissatisfied there
had been no
direct reply
but rubbed with my soul an
apple to eat
till it shone
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