she roars her presence, screams and crashes
off mountain tops,
makes toys of ocean liners and flattens
mighty oaks.
barreling up streets she comes, spitting
grit in your eye
howling under eaves and screaming through
city canyons.
he stirs a gentle eddy of leaves, ruffles
feathers
on the robin's back, touches the face of a
baby.
with a stream of whispers he enters, softly
sighing.
his presence merely an idea, a suggestion.
in the eye of the storm a curious hush
resides.
the hurricane and the breeze exchange breath,
become one.
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