You - the wind, boyfriend. I am yours…

You - the wind, boyfriend. I am yours
forest. I shake foliage,
Etched very
letters caterpillars.
Fiercer than Boreas,
Yet these leaves whiter.
And the god of winter
He asks them to borrow.
1983

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