Wind…poem

someties
the
wind
acts
like
a
child
having
a
temper
tantrum
in
pubic

 

it
runs
wild
through
the
trees
kicks
things
around
shakes
rattles
and
rolls
until
it
wears
itself
out
and
becomes
deathly
still

 

I
think
it
starts
out
as
a
two
year
old
goes
through
adolescence
then
calms
into
adulthood
and
stops
altogether
when
it
gets
old
enough
to
die

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2 Responses to Wind…poem

  1. lisakunk says:

    A very nice analogy. I adore wind.

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