What shape is the wind?

It is the shape of flags snapping-- whip crack, ringing their lines against the flagpole

It is the shape of a full-bellied lateen sail, white wake underneath

It is the shape of the delicate hairs on your forearm barely stirring

Shape of the roof rattling, spiral of smoke rising, spray of loosened cherry petals

Shape of a newborn baby's first breath and God's last sigh

Of the moaning mouth of an empty bottle, the inside of a breaking wave--

What shape is poetry?

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