Windy Desert Thought
by HFagelman ~ March 31st, 2012. Filed under: Poetry.These days the wind is some kind of portent
Really everytime it blows it is some reminder of
Changes coming
I try to see it there in the air but the eddies and swirls and
Whorls canter out of reach and invisible so
I attach what I can
Maybe it’s my age or my
Job or my
Health whatever it is the wind
Sings to me
Praises and cajoles in the same whistling cadence and
One thing is certain
As a representative of Life Force the wind around here is
Omnipresent
Like old Cesars Palace cocktail waitress the wind
Never dies it just
Cranks