Where the wind goes

Wind blows away goes
Away goes away wherever

The wind goes. Yesterday, my day blasé
blank stare from my countenance

Towards the wind and the rain
And the mobs of people

In the street in the car then in the
Pseudo friendly cavalier soiree

where the wind
Blew.

I stared
At the open windowpane,

And blank stared through the conversations at a friend’s
Soiree but not the window

Where Earth’s fierce cold whirl seethed through,
Stultified by the neighboring buildings yet.

Through the conversations there I
Stared askance, not through the windowpane

But at it.

From where the wind blew that
Day to night

And then,

A comma here, a comma
There,

Where the wind blows
The wind goes.

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