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The wind is tired of being blamed for everything

This is just a little Wellington poem.


The wind wants to be a lizard.
It wants to lie down on a warm rock
with a tiny rustle,
a puff of dust,
and a little flick of the tongue.
The wind wants to be a dog.
It wants to stop when people say so,
it wants to be loved,
it wants to be allowed inside
in bad weather.


4th floor, 2011