As the winds blow and the trucks buzz by
The clouds are roiling in the sky
Caught in paroxysms of undefining winds
Which reshape them them as they roll
Endlessly towards the Atlantic
Our lives are unfolded now at this point
We have lived too long
Too long to have them neatly organized
Tagged and shelved
Too long to summarize them
In succinct sentences
Our lives are a criss crossing of roads and byways
Scarred hides of caribou
A Knossos labyrinth
These chilly winds
Blow down from Canada
I am neither cold nor stunned with their arrival
They are only chilly winds
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