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  • The wind is back.
    For so many years
    the wind ruled my life.
    Its direction,
    a sure indication of where I'd be and what I'd do.
    I'd wake to hear it and worry.
    Were the mooring lines tied fast?
    Were the plants covered?
    The wind swept through and scattered unfastened dreams,
    carried away loose hopes.
    So when I hear the wind now
    those thoughts come back
    and the old restless pull
    returns.
    I find myself
    worrying that all that was done is enough
    wondering if it will hold.
    Because the wind is outside the door.
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