Brandy Morgan, Gentle Breeze

Do your work, gentle breeze.
Lead my hurting friend along
Your trail of autumn leaves.

Force her eyes up, not behind.
Erase from her past his cunning side.
Engrave a sincere fork in the road:

Shoot her down to the right,
just like the jet’s trip across the sky.
Take her where spring thrives,
Without choked up weedy lies.