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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