104. that wind

.

there’s that wind again

chewing up the corners of 

my mental desk,

rubbing the door raw

like a dog trying to get 

into the house. if

i have to i will

.

tie that wind up, chain it to

the clothesline. i don’t

want to but I will if

I have to in order to 

get a little peace.  

.

15. spring wind

every branch is bent low, still

this wind shouts at them, beating

them hard, testing

their willingness to dance on

for days, dance on like

dervishes falling

into the ecstasy of spring.