Gust

one day suddenly it happens
the sea calm till now stirs
the moment whitecaps rise the wind stands up
just like an invisible transparent rock-cliff
clinging to the belly of the rock-mountain the white houses
the olives the windows the doors
abruptly it slaps them the inside of the house too
the laundry outside too blows it away
even the stones of the rock-mountain it smashes chisels
about to roll them away but
the spikey thorns the crouching olive trees defend them
cover them
hair raised being pushed backward
barely holding their ground the people in their houses
like stones keep silent wait for hours on end
until the wild one the rock-cliff-like wind
that roaring phewwwww phewwww torments this rock-mountain
and threatens
goes away

by Kazuko Shiraishi

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