The wind inhales
exhales, pauses,
rises and prepares,
as if thoughtfully
for discussion.
Light shines
yellow on my page
Ink is insect black scribble
A blind thumps its base beam
dumbly against windowsill
Thud
Thud
Thud
The fridge turns off:
refrigerated
silence.
Huffs and puffs:
the wind laughs last
You write like the wind.
ReplyDeleteFunny, or argumentative? (Check out today's post on a different kind of wind) :)
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