The globe spins one way.
The atmosphere slides
Another, being
Thinner than the stones.
This causes friction
Between gas and rock.
Friction is the wind.
It moans around you
Where you wait in sun,
Glad to be in sun,
Happy as you are.
These moans are the sounds
Of waves friction makes,
Like waves on the lake.
How you interpret
These sounds all depends
On how much it costs
You to be patient,
To sit and listen.
The wind won’t blame you
If you can’t stand it.
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