Wind Dancer

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My daughter sings through her feet
Down to the tip of her toes.

She hums in a constant drone
Of the zipping cyclonic winds.

She’s a Monica dancing a flood
Whose fury dies down in an instant.

She’s the wind dancer of our home
My daughter with winds in her feet.

(From the Vault – of my old poems (c) June Perkins)

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