the wind denies
doing terrible things
you whistle and walk
through its chaos.
you without a care,
dance
to its rhythm
knowing fully
that if I turned my back,
it would crack me
upside the head with a baseball bat.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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I never thought of wind that way, but I suppose it does have an evil side to it.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
Very nicely done. It's evocative.
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