born alone of thought
borne along on thought alone
the child like a vessel for demands
purpose served discarded
wind-blown wastrel hemmed by fences
of unearned loyalty
listen
that soft shifting rattle and high sad crackle
like a plastic bag pasted by breeze to the chain link
small voice wanting to be heard
taught it is inconsequential
convinced of its purposelessness
does not want to be set free
but held and cherished
listen love
invest the quiet ramblings with value
with patience and willing ears
the best gusts
are little and persistent
and require devoted attention
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