Thick curry rides on the wind
that feels like “going somewhere”
against my face, legs, arms.

The constellations are crystal
pin drops on navy-
a backdrop for the wind.

Now chimes enter my window-
branches dance to the sound,
and the blinds, strategically turned,

Welcome the air,
the sounds,
the smells of warm Spring.

– EJP, April 2000

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