The Bend

Exhale
all the days,

learning new powers
to sway
to bend strong palms,

a curve of my own inventing–
mountain, forest breeze

warm

to sweep all Four Winds
into frenzied shape, frenzied energies
like curls growing too quickly,

matted

too tight, dreads on
dread.

A new wind to maintain
and unable to turn away, turn in to

face to invisible face,
a song waiting to grasp,
orange thread to keep tugging along.

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