A Wind, Promiscuous
A freshening wind
Promiscuously winds down the creek
Orange-black cat darts under the eaves
Two dead branches low as if to speak
A door squeaks, opens
The firmament is shaken
The cat shrieks
LIGHTS BLINK THEN ALL IS BLACK
It matters
A grin, a dripping of red pools
Fluttering wings escape
How does the future shape
Our dreams, if only ‘if only’ were so
Old and 60 and alone
Alone
A raining morning
Turn around
Floods in Wimberley
One dead, two missing
Happiness cancelled
Rescheduled for a drier time
Happy All Saints’ Eve
Posted on October 30, 2015, in Poem and tagged 60 years old, Black Lives Matter, cats, dead branches, floods, Halloween, happiness, morning, mourning, swueaky door, Wimberley TX, wind. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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