The wind SWEEPS scattered leaves
From still-green grass and solid earth
A flock of birds RUSHES upward
One fell SWOOP,
One big broom.

Phyllis says, "This poem came in a rush of wind in my soul. In that moment I knew the wind, ("Knew" means "was intimate with"). What a deal!"

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