steward

Remind me not to squint into the wind
and the rain like jazz music
syncopated,
slow;
remind me not to walk bowed
with my head down,
curled under like a fern at the touch, but

(if the saxophone wind blows lazed and piercing)

because of the way a brown hawk rises
on elevator music,
remind me to unfold.

fly a kite

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