Who Comes in the Wind

When it laments so up through winter blanks

And turns protesting around stone steeples

And laminated steel?

Who’s breath moves men like dandelion puffs

Uproots old oaks like carrots

And cloud-covers Earth in one swift motion?

Who comes in the wind and makes uneasy moorings of new rope

And brings the storm to wash away what is left of

last night’s party