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.