Gusts, Lightning and Tornados Recollected

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He feels the winds of ancient Greece blow through

His roses, winds that brushed acanthus leaves

Before by Mycenaean gates.  Winds grew

Around him from his past.  His mind achieves

The revelations that he needs from groves

Of orange trees in Florida, the trees

That felt sun’s lightest zephyrs, treasure troves

Of winds, of hurricanes and breezes.  Keys

Of memories are provided by these winds.

He feels the winds of shattered love from years

Long gone.  This bluest hurricane abscinds

With scars and mixes with the winds of tears.

  He feels the winds of ancient gods and saints

    Unknown, but fights against gales’ wreathed restraints.