An Ending

The wind blows and blows and blows.
Swirling, churning dust leaps up from the airstrip
To cloud my thoughts and blind my eyes
In a way that burns the soul, love using grip

Over my being, as heart and mind
Are swallowed in the fiery blaze
Of violent passion that strips a man of love,
Of the gentle peace of mind of quieter days,

To leave only, in the charred remains,
The bitter, unkind, and stiff-hearted stain
Of twisted and burnt-out desires
To be washed and cleansed by the rains,

Leaving nothing.

                (Summer 1969 or 1970) South Naknek, Alaska

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