The wind blew
Fast, like shooting stars.

Bridges linked,
Supersonic speeds,
Crossed oceans,
Networks
Of waves
And branches
Traveled
Above
Salt-Water-Smoke;
For miles, bespoke.

Swiftly carried
By air;
To arrive
Out of nowhere.

Shut the doors,
Closed them tight.
Kept the breeze
Out
On that cold, cold
Night.