southern wind

a quick lick of your mother’s voice
puts you on top of that cliff
staring down the tops of clouds

your guess is as bad as mine
as to what you’ve got to do

sometimes you’re the leaf of hay
lost inside a stack of needles

the whirring of the southern wind
will blow you on your way

i hope you packed a parachute

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