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September 26, 2022

The Place of No Wind

By Michael H. Brownstein

The Place of No Wind

We moved to a place of no wind,
fields of lightning bugs,
and at first sunlight,
the bark of morning
a wrinkled tranquility,
the quiet hush of simplicity,
music from the nearby river --
but wait, a twinkle of leaf --
is that a breath of breeze? --
No, I have come to a place with no wind.






Article © Michael H. Brownstein. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-07-18
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