When The Wind Blows Upside Down Poem by Roula Pollard

Then, I permit its entrance into my lungs
when the wind blows upside down
at least it blows properly
fresh wind with camellia petals, seaweeds
and remote, present memories mixing
sand with the sea.
Sea froth flies time like, time flows
with huge smiles, small smiles
smile to themselves.
Let's evaluate it, even when all is here
blown with the wind
blown away are wars
nuclear weapons, nuclear power stations
all note papers, the world banks
small and medium size bank branches
all big money brands
all precious crystals, diamonds
mined from the deep oceans, pink rain
life absence via money. The world is simpler
simpler than a computer, an iPhone,
an adored CV.
The world, its trillion breaths
are valued, valued again
back to the basics
for survival

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