Windy Desert Thought

by Harry Fagel ~ 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


Like old Cesars Palace cocktail waitress the wind

Never dies it just


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