so it hurried up and out of the valley
and blew through the pines
three thousand feet up
bending the tree tops over
making that soft applause sound
like millions of tiny people in the sky clapping
The wind looked over its shoulder
to see if the valley noticed its absence
and relieved, the wind settled
it ducked down and filled the canyon
a branch cracked from the weight of the wind's wake
it fell and stabbed against the single pane window
the dog gazed out that window
motionless
for a solid minute
a full sixty seconds
It is warm tonight
there's no need to burn up the wood
or work in the garage any longer
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