The wind-chime alerts me
to the presence of zephyrs
breezes there in the moment
present anon and shortly
thereafter I am whisked
past treetops to the very top
of a world turned turvy-topsy a
tourist at low altitude a
one person echelon I party on
linger on I cruise there but 
not missile more like
a small bird on a gentle bank
across a yard a Spring or Summer 
or an Autumn day for it's not Winter yet 
and of course there is Sun and of
course there's dew it's morning time 
for air to move the music, stir the heart

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