monday woke me; he was angry.
muttering something about
life, death and infinity.
stuff! he said he'd show me.

then

wind started blowing, minds started changing,
all the while girls' skirts started flying;
papers flew, a sparrow floundered on a high wire,
calling 'attention, attention' but no on listened.
the howl of the wind deafened all thoughts.

i slinked by; as i enter slowly into retirement,
i'm emptying my office. first of my stuff.
secondly, my body, my mind, spirit.
wondering which they will miss most.

trees held tight, each leaf was on its own;
a showdown--the wind claimed the land.
held grass tight to the ground, a boulder
of force grinned as buildings shattered.

i s'pose he did show me and the land.

04/10/2010

Posted on 04/11/2010
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