the wind blows with a firery signature sometimes.
Like flames of dry grass
Or heat rays on semi arid land.
It blows from the east
Then chooses its own direction
The timed untimeliness
It leaves me awed.
Today I witnessed
A man blow a dirty spirit out
Of another man
It was slow, deliberate, effective
It was fierce, bold and reflective
Of the strength of a wind
Wind scorching wind
Leaving it etched in my brain that
There is a wind that’s more important than all winds.