This time counts

Sometimes,
you smile because,
well, while nothing exactly
is as it should be,
there are these sets
of notes.

They play like a flute
carried on a gust
of a Northern wind,
taking all the force,
and gusto of its harshness
to another direction.

These oppor-tunes,
they spin weathervanes.

And it may be especially
because of that gale,
or a sense of a less playable
downwind later,
that they make the most
of the breezed-by moment,

and play it as loud
and as bright,
as it should be lived.

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