Let wind music carry you in what direction it chooses,
whispering its howl against stung ears.

From behind, white streaks by at peripherals
as though you’re travelling backward through a starfield.

Feel your hair glossed by highlights, damp, &
fresh melt grooving your cheeks where tears might rest.

Take this tranquil journey in a.m. dark,
if only a few feet to fetch the paper.

Pause. Now, look up at the arc lamp
where you’ll see it best: tickertape for your brief parade,

loose confetti, a dazzling haze of glitter.
You can take both calm & chaos with you

indoors to observe through a window
as the verdant flaming undergrowth disappears.

– Ace Boggess