Villanelle for the Wind
by Sonny Williams

There's something in the way the wind blows here
From the sea, over the bay and to this dock,
That calls to mind someone that I held dear.

Wind winds the river of the inner ear,
Pushing its prow through memory's liquid stock;
There's something in the way the wind blows here.

Is it the windy passing of the year,
The still tied boats that creak and rock,
That calls to mind someone that I held dear?

It cuts the unarmed eye and brings a tear
That blurs the pointed finger of the wind sock;
There's something in the way the wind blows here

So unexpectedly, for it will steer
A course that's indeterminate, a shock
That calls to mind someone that I held dear.

It calls the wastrel heart so it may hear
The final ordered ticking of its clock.
There's something in the way the wind blows here
That calls to mind someone that I held dear.

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