...The wind distorts all familiar signals now, the light from stars like
gremlin tumbleweeds my mother gathered from the road
that ran alongside the house
spray painting their wind-snarled heads in golden wet drip
decorating the small front porch with their bottled and suspended drift
when anything the wind sent in was fair game
and we made everything from nothing in our personal diorama of wind
in this neighborhood of kites and tangled string, tetherball rolling
side to side on the silver pole in the backyard, a modern weather vane
keeping everyone awake at night with its harsh lullabye
beating at the door
from the whole (how a thing so readied can explode. Like this)
Thank you to Cut+Paste Society
Poetry Storm 3.0 Wind
gremlin tumbleweeds my mother gathered from the road
that ran alongside the house
decorating the small front porch with their bottled and suspended drift
when anything the wind sent in was fair game
and we made everything from nothing in our personal diorama of wind
in this neighborhood of kites and tangled string, tetherball rolling
side to side on the silver pole in the backyard, a modern weather vane
keeping everyone awake at night with its harsh lullabye
beating at the door
from the whole (how a thing so readied can explode. Like this)
Thank you to Cut+Paste Society
Poetry Storm 3.0 Wind
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