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…..

Clouds roll over the snow caps

Desert floor below 

The energy in the air shifts and charges

In this place the people are not.

Those that were,

They were known as the

People of the Wind.

.

What happens that someone arrives?

Curious storm, rolling down like the tide line 

That voice scratching across the earth uninterrupted 

Wind song 

Shaking the one like a pocket full of mouse bones

Who, who are you? the invisible ponders

Rattle, rattle. rattle, rattle,

Like chattering teeth.

.

The wind has fists in this land,

Pounding down in burst and cackles-

What are you doing here?

Are you

Are you a people of the wind?

What are you doing here? scratches the creaking, pounding ponder.

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