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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rjbo0f3zFrw

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It is high summer

And I am juggling job interviews, 

Calculating income tax 

On self-earned revenue, 

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Weighing my future against 

A syllabus, a for-sale sign, 

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a dog leash.

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Warm wind brushes its fingers 

Across the curtains of my office -  

The language of the gods, 

Motion, momentum, 

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A blustering evocation of change.

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I listen to it as it passes -

Whistling into the hills -

And wonder after 

The effortlessness 

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Of unfurled feathers, lift 

And a silent flight 

To an unspecified destination 

Beyond wherever that wind 

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might carry me.

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