not there—
I don't really
care if
the wind—knotting
in from
the west—or just
south
of there—carries
all sorts
of possible low
pressure threats or
whatever;
I don't want
to be
told
how to hold
on to what's blowing (What is
it
anyhow? All I know
is it's blowing)—sure
as the feeling of
tension
on bare skin
besides—whatever
it is, its
only
like
this—if it behaves
like a breath
of fresh
air—
then it is one.
