Trees sweep rushing down
over bob bend arch curtsy flail to
the earth’s four corners
Branches twigs drop off shattered
Sounds like waves pounding the shore
(As the hot air rises somewhere north of us and the not so hot air flows down from the south of us we get this violent bluster every other day. I have to admit, the sound alone makes me feel like I’m near San Diego’s Torrey Pines, Silver Strand, or La Jolla Shores…nice)
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