Mission

The wind went over

saying

Why are you so distressed

Oh I said I

can’t seem to make

anything

round enough to last

But why

the wind

said

should you be so distressed

as if anything here belonged to you

as if anything here were your concern

This poem appeared in POETRY, Volume 110 Number 3, published by The Poetry Foundation, 1967. Shared here with profound gratitude.

10.09.2026

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