Wind/1
Can I write this instead?
Things racing through my head.
As I gaze out the window,
it's raining in the sunshine.
Dancing shadows on the carpet from trees blowing in the wind,
a gust!, showers from the foliage like spilling diamonds glistening in the sun.
Strong winds bending limbs.
Fluttering leaves in the air, almost as abundant as the drops.
Then, could it be? What do I see? A bug, a fly, a bee? A moth!!
Struggling to steer, probably prayin' cover's near. He's headed for the glass.
Perhaps he'll land upon the frame, not into the pane, the pain.
Um, never mind, nuther gust! Wind won. Wind/1.
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