Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
Note this naked swirl
twirling around an empty center,
a band of clouds without a chance of rain,
the definition of nothing fading to become a ghost
that not even radar can be bothered with.
I detect your disdain
your quick dismissal
but once I was a force of nature,
once trees bowed before my winds.
Now in my nakedness they mock me,
offering their shame-covering leaves
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