Hands in the Air
...beware....beware
for high in the sky where only some birds fly
there is a cry that frightens
and those in the know, leave it well alone
...clap...clap
for hidden behind is the sound of the hairpin
of the wild womanly wind as it rummages through the sky
and breaks the stick arms held up high
...whisper... shoosh
for the breath of a summer storm
brings with it the relief of crashing down on a dusty dry earth
and the smell of wet dust brings the promise of the river about to form
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