Desert wind, blow-
stronger, faster, harder.
Blow the roof off,
rattle the windows,
shake the foundation,
sweeping my hat away.
The wild winds of Mexico
can peel the paint off stucco walls
yet, lulls me to sleep with its howls
like a coyote yipping at the moon.
Coastal breeze, blow-
caress my dreams
and softly tussle my hair.
Hard to believe these two winds
are exactly the same.
I am more like the wind than the fire.
I would rather play than take my vengeance.
It depends, it depends
who you are to me
as to which wind will blow.
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