I adore the gust

The wind, it howled in high waves.
At night’s end, the dawn of day,
it grew furious, buoyant –
a misplaced tide in dismay.

Open lids just in the gray.
Yet, as ground dust effervesced,
the chains and roots evanesced.
An almost aquatic nest.

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