The waves of seed puffs shimmied up heat columns and committed their souls to the air gods
I bet it would be fun to go where the wind carries me
I imagine landing in an algae pond floating on warm tiny waves
or skimming across the hot sand to surprising green oases
I could hear nature music
a samba
a symphony of ancient humming
or land on a speeding radiator that struts importantly to
big places, important places
to be rendered into junkyard dirt that rises in the fall rains maybe
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