WINDFLOWERS - Sonnet L'Abbé Poems

 
 

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WINDFLOWERS

                    for elke

of air they are
and nothing
more

one
through another
falls

it is a flight
of glass
within

no one
would hear
how they turn

upon themselves

it is
to hear
a white

explode

where that air is
your hand
would go

off

to glaze
summer