Fable Wind

All at once
the fable wind
came crashing
at my door.

I let her in
upon her
well-made horse,
a beast with
nostril caves
and sunrise eyes.

They ringing
crossed in
my rocking
ship-deck floor,

The wind�s
long hair
a ripened field
of painted flame.

Ocean mist
caressed her
shoulders bare,
with a thousand
eager lips
that blossomed,
then expired.

Bending low,
she picked
me up to ride.

She cried
my name
on distant hill,
a wild forest
inside a dream.

Close your eyes,
she said,
I�ll take you there.

October 11, 2005

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