Where is the wind in the time before dawn? Gathering fast on a straight course to storm.

Where is the wind in the reddening day? Colder than mountains that would break its way.

Where is the wind when the morning bell rings? Stilling the satellite’s eye with its rings.

Where is the wind in the white masque of noon? Hiding a power it shadows forth soon.

Where is the wind when the children leave school? Gathering force on a swift course to rule.

Where is the wind when the helpless one prays? Filling with dust that Sahara winds raise.

How does this wind cope with desert winds’ burden? Badly; and suddenly slower, uncertain.

What shall we do now we’re saved from the storm? Breathe dust-reddened air and wake before dawn.

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Where may they find you, Caroline? Danger to life is forecast, My friend gone out, singing back to the wind.

Your words a stand of cherry trees. My spring cued by technicians. It is my turn to go, your singing bird.

You were their director, lighthouse. Now breaking on other waves, The beams you send out strive towards what strand.

We were alive before the plague, Alive in one place, manyAlive in one piece; we were alive, Caroline

Who has been France, Norway, memory, Dreams of a non-lethal crowd Baptized and crowned in bright and lisping haar.

Let them give you the microphone, Bring the big screen, Caroline. Show us night by erasures, dawn again.