The four winds
Untangle like a
Badly tied shoelace
I'm older now
I no longer live
In disgrace.
In that length of lace
Again, it'll be Autumn
The ghost
Moving closer
Not to see its face
But near enough
Not to be able to erase.
And I don't
want a storm
Or even
footsteps home
But I remember spring
The Four Winds
And everything
In between.
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