The River and the Wind

She is anchored

to this endless plain;

her hair trailing,

the dress a filling sail.

The hills are a half smile

reaching to a purple haze;

the river peels the bank.

She stood for a moment

then reached for the earth.

It blew from her fingers

and she spun and raised

her arms and her voice

became the river and the wind

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