...a blue wind blew...
by Charlie Morganblue wind blew it's heart out, made me flinch;
5:45 a.m. hunkered down, imagined i was homeless,
i was sheltered. my warm middle class values.
a montana norther is outside begging entrance
in every crack and crevice of my homestead,
whistling a lonely call to all in the way of the blow.
winter's coat was ragged and torn
from much brutal use of itself;
his punches leaving him heaving,
helpless as april will soon waltz in.
02/20/2007