Between the Dunegrass

Home is where the dunegrass dances
On a greater wind into the
Sun. Once I flew across the
Gap between the worlds; once I

Knew the meaning of our words. In
Autumn, when the spirits of the
Fallen spirals weep, when the
Inlets flow with foam and agates

Stare up, squinting, through the surf, I
Dance the weeping wind. I know the
Greater worlds between the dunegrass,
Flowing, falling, spiraling toward home.

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