Like a beast
caught in thorns
the wind bends the trees
the wooden bodies
shriek
and scream
the leafy
tops
like torrents
noise.

The storm clears
Everything that Is
laid down
all the branches
all the leaves
all the garbage
it carries it away.

It rushes into the roofs
it lifts the roof tiles
and somewhere
restores them
the tin roofs
and somewhere
like wild
sculptures
it carries them away.

A wild beast
Hurries through the sea
with its white mane
over the waves
in the mist.

Ships can not
tame
The wild winds,
if their sails
are still open it,
their masts
may break.

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