- who waits for no one but the wind -
the azure sky, the azure sea
'midst these Talaria longs to be.
See Talaria trailed behind
a tractor on route 95
sail lain beside - as though in state -
that caught the setting sun in May.
Now Talaria's wrapped in sheets
she floats, a ghost raised low above
the winter's earth. Yon flapping edge
whispers tales of summer's breeze.
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