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She-Who-Calls-the-Wind

Terrie Relf

She calls heaven by secret names
her words loosed to the eddies of the wind
bare feet tread grass, hands trail across sky
gathering clouds

"I call you— "
earth shudders beneath the stamp and twirl of
three-year-old feet

"Wind— "
garden pinwheel spins
birds of paradise raise wings
sound of a thousand cranes

"Come—wind!"

she laughs, triumphant
hair of lightening
eyes of thunder