Town Crier

The Wind is a purifier
even greater than fire.
He makes beetle bored
into a woodwind lyre.
He whistles through chimneys
He's the oldest town crier.
He's a leafblower, a windfall
a seedspreader, and clothesline dryer.
When Brinks trucks are hit he
blows money all over... he coconspires.
He doesn't like expensive hats....
he's a thief of attire.
He's the lift beneath all sails
who helps each bird soar higher.
He's the voice of every choir,
the breath all life requires.

by Saiom Shriver

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