'Wind River' by Patrick Braniff
Ears hear
The unseen rushing
Move
Through narrow canyons
Of rustling leaves.
The guided whispers
Banked and channeled
Stir
Fields of winter wheat
And play clay chimes.
Pass this way but once.
Stand and feel
Rapids
Of throw away air
On wind-river's shore.
Ears hear
The unseen rushing
Move
Through narrow canyons
Of rustling leaves.
The guided whispers
Banked and channeled
Stir
Fields of winter wheat
And play clay chimes.
Pass this way but once.
Stand and feel
Rapids
Of throw away air
On wind-river's shore.
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