Windy Weather Ca 1976

I’d like to hang myself out on the line
And let the wind sweep its deep sweetness through me
Let the stars scatter their dewy webs
In my hair
Across my lashes

Wash away all the work and dirt and words
And the close odor of fatigue
Let the wind sweep its deep sweetness through me
Let the stars scatter their dewy webs
In my hair
Across my lashes