The Wind

It's come again, this dammed wind 
rattling my nerves and windows,
scattering leaves and lives,
braking my favorite potted plants
turning the garden chairs upside down
littering my pool 
with flower petals and bird feathers,
tossing my hair and thoughts every which way, 
howling, roaring, wailing
like a madman, protesting life's injustices,
flinging all restraint 
whimpering like a defeated child 
dying, exhausted
coiling around itself, winding down, spent
weeping. 
This crazy, insane, lunatic wind
its' me, I feel sorry,
for this wind, and me. 

  


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