window wide open
I’m unable to finish my thoughts
interrupted by the winds
the voices they carry sounding
somewhat familiar
I strain to capture the words
struggle to interpret them
imagining how far they must have traveled
to enter my realm
I come to find they want to know
certain things
answers I do not possess
it is a test I tell myself
the winds die down & the voices fade
darkness settles in
—a coolness arrives
capable of finishing my thoughts again
I write down the words & phrases
handed to me by the winds
spreading them out on the corner table
piecing them back together
my inner voice gaining rhyme & meter
the window always open
august two thousand twenty-three
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