WIND

 

Dear wind, you’re different today,

Not furious, not frenzied.

After longing on so much of heat,

You’re rather cool and calmed.

Acclaimed as the sweeper of dust and debris

Here, I give you a jar full of my agony, okay?

Rinse it, cleanse it, do whatever

I give you the power, Wipe. It. Away.

-Sabwrites