Holds the initiate is tested
Pulled
back buffeted
By
heedless words
Shoved
and punted beaten
Back and
yet he
Flutters
Forth
he
Allows
what is
To be
He sails
along lifted
Up by
situation currents
Of air
by children
Calling
voices middle of the night
Uneasy
telegram wind
Bears away the hours
He
grieves the
Gentle
approaching
Parting
dry
Rainless
stubble
Summer
days
The stream
is
Dying
barely full enough to
Filter
past the drifting
Turning
of the
Year
and yet he
Falters
Forth
he knows enough to
Sing
his evening song
And
glide across the
Parchment
drafted
Wind
and
Allow
it.
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