O WIND

O wind, tear up this heaven of clouds,

toss them out of the sky,

empty the space so the smog around us

might lift and disappear.

O wind, this city is expecting you

to send over a torrential rain

that can cleanse the dusty roofs,

can wash the streets shiny again,

can restore green to treetops,

can stop feverish vehicles from

honking and rushing around.

O wind, let seawater surge over the beach.

Let it take away piles of trash,

returning blue to the bay,

allowing fish scales to glitter again

on the crests of waves.