Wind

Breeze

Fickle flames kiss

Wax walls

While restless mourners dressed in shade

Wave against the wind like willows till

Air falls still as death’s cruel hand

 

 

Gust

Summer heat falls without prudence

Ornery and hot like the tip of a newly welded blade

Hilting into skin deep and unforgiving

 

There is hope in the day’s momentary flurry, when

The air carries wind like a light jacket

 

But even then

‘Tis only for

A spell

 

 

Gale

In the morning

I found recluse in the

Skin between your fingers

And the sweetness of your breath

Your touch like heavy wind

Meeting wave with rock

Now

Night

 

 

Storm

There’s an instant when

Recondite and foreign

The azure expanse bears its face and

Stricken grey with glutton

Ventures its dark reign

 

 

Whiff

We sardine mom’s decrepit four-door

No one to be but reflections in the rear view

Bred too green for city life but

We don that subway glow

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