Wind-Man’s Dance
Who will stand up to
The Wind Man’s dance,
When I am gone?
– –
Who will bow low
The whirling and twirling
Break-snapping to stop?
– –
Who will care
For my lovely,
Gentle and pure?
– –
Who will lay down life
for the wind-dance sacrifice,
when I am gone?
2/13/2000
© N. Lawrence 2016
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