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cold wind,
cold wind
I feel you in my hand.
You play my fingers
invisible old man.
I smell you
in this summer evening,
mixing fog and mist
for the trees
and shading sunsets
so my friend may
breathe this coming night
deep.
You teach us cows
skunks,
dew laden hay...
to love kansas.
With your
song of scents
and quite cold,
you give us home.
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