Who can contain you in one deep breath
I can only hold it so long
A fresh breeze darts through her
She is air, fullness, a gate
Swinging in gales and still at the solstice
There is a key to open her justice
Turn the clay flower pot upside down
MIxed with pearlite and peat and pumice
Winnowed by gusts come flashes of silver
And a high-pitched ring as her feet touch ground
Old men of the sky come running in scores
Gems of hail explode in a whirlwind
A graying fetlock with hoof of wood
Descends on a white birch pole to touch
Granting a blessing to this bare forehead
A dark leaf vortex traces her footprint
Floating candles her merry person
Big screen starlets are her symbol
The unhinged supplicant here
Is her whisper.
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