Friday, April 16, 2010

Wind Poem

Ageless whisper,
newborn shout
through the crack in the door
as
I lay listening.
A gust more violent
than prepared for
screams through
and
I stand suddenly
but
I am frozen
for a moment
until the blast
becomes a draft
and
I return to recline
and
pull the covers over my head.

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