Saturday, December 1, 2012

Hurried Wind

A hurried wind roars like a train from the east
Making love to the trees
Causing leaves to shudder and sigh
That same wind directs a ballet of swaying grass
Rhythmic like a heart beat
Yet frantic as a herd of startled beasts
The hurried wind distracts me from stubborn thoughts
Of the sweetness of your lips
And whips like punishment across my tear-stained face
Leaving salty trails like long forgotten footprints
The hurried wind stretches itself across the sky
Carrying your laughter on its back
Breathing hints of your presence
For a moment I see your face glinting off they sky
Then just as quickly it leaves
On the tail of a hurried wind


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