I walk slowly in the wind...watching myself in things I did not make:...in jumping shadows and in limping cripples...dust on the earth and houses tight with sickness...deep constant pain, the dream without the sleep...I walk slowly in the wind...hearing myself in the loneliness of a child...in woman's grief, which is not understood...in coughing dogs when midnight lingers long...on stones, on streets and then on the echoing stars...that burn all night and suddenly go out....I walk slowly in the wind...to lifted sunset and gold and dim...a long brown river slanting to an ocean...a fishing boat, a man who cannot drown...

I walk slowly in the wind...and birds are swift, the sky is blue like silk...

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