Day 278: If Love is Wind

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i’ve heard that it’s infinite: love.

that it knows no bounds.

that it grows…

 

but what if,

like a breeze that refuses

to come on a hot and unbearable day

in dry summer,

love chooses to live in other climates,

and i am left

blowing kisses on my sun-burnt skin

in remembrance

of it.

 

if love is wind

like that,

i can see the foolishness in me

as i look out

on my yard

and see the chimes and spinning ornaments

i’ve filled my landscape with

in hopes of playing with the only natural thing

that evades me.

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