I’ve never felt air so soft
The wind high and playful at 1am, and so warm
Elaine’s maple is writhing, waving it’s ample arms in great gross gestures
Lifting it’s skirts in a whirling, gyrating dance
More a comedian, than a monster
More a romance than a threat
I want to stay out here in my long nightie
Pitch a tent and sleep under the black, wind sky
Listen to the constant watery song of leaves rustling, rustling
I could but I know soon that canopy will break open
An ocean up there about to crash on my shore
But wouldn’t I want to be caught in the unleashing?
I bet it’ll be warmest rain
Just like the kiss of this air
perspective 
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