…

air in a hurry
gusts in a huffy rush

the nobody that frisks us all
even monkish nuns

the to & the fro
of this cosmic egg in flow

currents over seas
the never ending sneezes

east then west
poltergeist-esque

the wheezes & the whispers
of sylphid country cousins

why the flag dances
& slates fly off roofs

why leaves scatter
& hats leave heads

the breezes & the gales
in mister beaufort’s scale

is a scentless flatulence
from the gods’ bottoms

who never follow through
just spin mills

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