Monday, April 14, 2014

When the wind blows it all away. (for my friends)

A terrible wind roared for hours overnight.

In my last bits of sleep I dreamt 
of cartoon trees falling.  Our forest
collapsed around me.

I awoke to wind like a freight train.
I lay there, unsettled, watching the ceiling.

I'm afraid of lots of things, but the wind
is right up there with war, poverty, and
never having a chance to see you again.


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