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My Ever Lover, Wind
by Alison McKenzieI,
Walk
in town
sidewalks congested
with tourists, locals,
cruise ship passengers,
and miscellaneous others.
I,
Am ninja,
watch without being
Seen,
listen without being
Heard.
I
brush
a tickly
wisp of hair
from my face,
when suddenly
Wind,
my ever lover,
dismisses the move
with a breathy gust,
boasting to the Trees
about how we peon humans
are constantly trying
to bring order into
our fierce and
unpredictable
World;
reminding me that
I am always,
laughably,
Adored.
05/20/2011
Posted on 05/20/2011
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/21/11 at 02:47 PM ...great words...and too, i see that piece/strand of hair you fixed 'til the wind showed you who's [lovingly] boss. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/11 at 04:18 PM A lover we all share in our own special way; peons as you so aptly put it. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/01/12 at 10:03 PM oh, joy, this gives me great joy to find, i love the way you wrote the wind, everything. (I, peon, am commenting hahaha!) I was in search of a photograph poem, so i came to your library, and behold - you gave one! :) |
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