The Sound of Wind



a poem about sense without reference.

A sort of complacent
disposition qualifies
what we hear & yet not
see — as if there has
to be one sense
accompanied by
another for further
reassurance; then,
wind: the phantasmagoric
gory, magic fan,
is joined-up with words
read — internal voice -
when evening wisps
& scrapes your ear.

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