ah how some memories stick out
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From: Bill Wootton
Sent: Wednesday, November 18, 2015 9:50 PM
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Subject: Gusts
*Gusts*
Winds gusting to fifty miles an hour,
I’d say, or even more, funnel
through this concrete tunnel
from the apartment gardens
to our avenue sidewalk.
A small woman in a full skirt or coat
might lift right off her feet!
soaring suddenly aloft.
Just as, that bleak day long-gone
in the ranges near Melbourne,
my sister, there to enjoy
the rhododendrons, even
if it was the wrong month,
stepped forward into the gale
and it lifted her off the turf!
She nearly took off - like a kite!
or skydiver daring the edge of a cliff.
It was only a green bluff above
a steep green slope. Enough
for us to hold each other back,
turn away towards the azaleas
and rhododendrons,
trembling and laughing,
as close as when we were kids.
She’s safe now, my sister,
but not where I’d like her to be,
visiting me wherever I’m living,
or me visiting where she lived.
Max in sidewalk Seattle
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