The lines get broken
As if the wind intervened
Tearing them from the mouth
So the sounds get spoken
In a certain rhythmic way
Sieved through the body
At best as a shiver
Of something already known
Some joy returning from the future
Out of a long line of traffic
You find a place to pull over
Sheltered from the wind
So you can actually hear
Some bird's song in the words
Against that howling over there
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