Gust Worthy

Men that can 
Appreciate the wind
Are the best 
They always blow away
On the same gust they rode in on
They don’t mind
That I am the errant weed
Grown in a crack of asphalt
They see me a mirage 
And raise me an ocean 
Even if they don’t 
Swim in my waves 
Their breeze still 
Affects my tides 

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