Bones

It walks the shore, if walking can describe 
what the wind does to a body made of poly-
vinyl parts. It is intricate as a fossil assembly

holding court in the atrium of a museum 
of natural history. Yet there are beings 
whose forms we can't articulate, 

because their bones washed away
or were entombed in glacial mud.  
The wind is a bellows, the wind is a sail.

It fills the hollows of a body and spreads
an energy like life along each tensile node.
I know at least three people who have had

either hip or knee replacement surgery.
They talk about taking walks through 
the neighborhood again, or even dancing.