Blowing and gusting
and pushing and rushing
the wind tugs at every
surface it finds
and pries and whips
and shreds and flips,
overturns and tears
and ravages, wears down
and frays, unravels
and loosens in an entropy
dance, and to all
it touches—willow,
leaf, clothesline, fence,
it whispers
resilience, resilience.
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