Yeah, well. I’m not sure there was
much of a plan. Maybe just a
direction – or an earnest hope.
And you know how the wind is.
Tag Archives: wind
Sadness of the wind
What is it ever,
dispersing as it goes?
Wind and waves
Wind and grass
In Holland
Where the wind doubles back
and the same rain falls twice
Please, my heart
Please, my heart
a cozy house,
not this windblown sand
It’s all vanity and chasing after wind
But I’ll get it done before I die
Wind
Having seen all that it touched,
I see why they call it withering
Don’t read this for answers
This problem of not being
who you are will not be
solved here where
the wind will blow you
from the bike
Tent of the world
Tent of the world I pin down with
poems till wind lifts the first flap
and the pins pop and scatter,
the wind now all in all
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