Balls Of Wind
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Wind kicking up outside, blowing dry brown leaves across
the ground with no warning whatsoever.
Turning and twisting in balls of wind, as they travel
around the courtyard here at the center.
Racing along without wanting to, keeping up and falling
over each other as they are blown into realms of another
day.
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