dysfunctional zen

1

there is a wind
tunneling through the leaves and grass and
circulation vents of houses
where wasps hide their nests

2

it carpets  street intersections
and lifts this morning’s newspapers
into dance with dust and moonlight

 3

it burrows under my scalp and
scatters my thoughts and memories
into the clear dark night

4

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