A good wind will
rap your
body’s cage
with baton
hands—
smack it down
hurricane
strong
and your organs tremble
In the night
barefoot in
the yard
I watch a good
wind
bring down the
tree
I climbed in
youth
and take every
last
limb bark leaf
into the dark
with it—
Wind like a
jackknife,
jetfire,
coalfire, cannonfire
Wind like my
grandmother’s hands,
dry blue
rivulets
thinning out
in plots
of her skin
Wind like a
quake,
like twines of
sulphur
you breathe
at our moon
at the stoplight
at your sister
at everything, everywhere
A politician
has
good wind
So does the
radio
between
chatter static
in traffic
where a good
wind
howls horns
and all
The radio with
the bad news—
bad news
bad news
commercial
bad news
A good DJ
knows
good wind
Jeremiah down
the street
knows wind
It took his
job
then his
house,
most of his
dignity
It saved the
respect
of his
neighbors
for last
My brother
found his
wind in a pipe
His lungs
filled up
with glass
and dark-eyed
gales
hauled him to
the pit
He never
really came back
My mother,
hers was the
strongest—
a tailwind
It sent her far away from here.
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