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Wake up Wind

August 16, 2022

Wake up Wind

By Amba Gale

I awoke last night.
wind howling in a haunting cry,
disturbing even
my gentle house,
rattling windows,
shaking me out of my slumber.

as if to arouse me from my sleep,
as if to warn me
about complacency a
and the deep deadness
that arrives
from a life of too much familiarity.

You awoke last night.
wind howling in a haunting cry,
disturbing even
your gentle house,
rattling windows,
shaking you out of your slumber,

as if to arouse you from my sleep,
as if to warn me
about complacency
and the deep deadenss
that arrives
from a life of too much familiarity.

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