Whatever name the air chews, her breath so delectable

Fraught about the mouth
with windjinns.

By the wind of the moon,
swell, slurpy sea.

Hurricane pestlebatters bone,
like a pepperstone

By the wind of stars
whisper in slivers.

Still,
leafturns crinkles.

Yet another word about cold wind: not straight.

And another: puffy cheeked.

Still,

what a tweet factory! is it
alder? Autumn bare,
birdful, chirpabout
poppyflock, wingwind.

--Gary Esary