Geese

gaggle on the ground
but flying a skein

What are people when soaring
a tryst a devotion

Wind wound
wind wound
fitting heteronyms
when talking of string
or the sting of an icy breeze

We are tight bound
tangled balls
tripping over ourselves

Wind is meant to carry us
in clouds and affection
till we arrive exhilarated
and out of breath

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