winds

in the quiet you were birthed, while winds from the desert to the east whistled through the canyons…palms shuddering, fronds bending toward the shore

you loved the wind, it seemed a part of you…the winds of a storm, of change, of cooling breezes and tumultuous uprooting

years later the winds returned, and we stood quietly by your side, willing you to live

and you did live, though tossed about as the winds returned…upsetting equilibrium and balance, changing the course we had set for our days

in the quiet you were released, and you became the wind

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