Terce But then I think I see the wind  as an intention, pressing us  with weather. All the pieces  of the air you’ve put together  somehow know just how to hold  the rain. They somehow know to funnel and unfold, to swerve  the snow, to rake the beaches  and to slope the arcing seagull’s wings.... Continue Reading →

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