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This short lyric remembers Cassady through warmth, wind, and a slow departure.

The page compresses a whole personality into atmosphere. `Beautiful women were the wind` makes Cassady's presence inseparable from movement and desire, while the closing `when we left` gives the note an elegiac softness. It is slight, but it lands as memory rather than description.

A short remembrance of Cassady. It was warm when I met Cassady, beautiful women were the wind, so slow, so much like him when we left. A four-line elegy whose economy is most of its meaning.