Santa Ana

... so we've got a wind-advisory, then. Makes me wonder, a little, exactly what we should be doing to, uh, "secure ourselves"... from the wind...?

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snaking,
the twigs whipping
the rustling howl,
the trunks waver
passes
the world is blowing.

rushing,
the sloping rooftop
the empty sidewalk
--slams it.
the window cracks
against the frame,

the world is blown

strays
through the screen
hair, papers ruffled
chill, to rest
on the carpet.

the howled passing

rustles