Swirling into the
corridor
and past the steps
in all directions
the Spirit of the
Wind resides
in places where the
sun shines
upon white sand and
broad water
where the blue of
the sky and blue of the ocean
come together on the
horizon
where palm trees and
green moss
invite it to cool
them and carry
their essence into
another world
if only this spirit
stayed so calm
but the occasion
comes when clouds muster
that water and the
wind becomes angry
blowing up in its
place and traveling
across the sea, with
all the fury
of a spurned lover
as it hits lost
lands to reclaim them
twisting, twitching,
and pouring its heart out
until its tears have
washed away
the anger and it
returns to peace
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