These Fierce Prairie Winds

I'm uneasy. I can't take this ceaseless wind,
Its constant hissing, the things being toppled,
The massive branches torn from trees.
There can be no peace when the weather's like
This. There's no point to pretending I feel
Equanimity. All that I want is to make my
Escape (maybe I should make sails of my
Billowing clothes). Let me fly to a place
Far away from this turbulence to claim
A seat in a tranquil establishment set up
To sell me some liquor and food, and a room
Somewhere upstairs for me to plod drunkenly,
Falling, like tree branches, into a bed where
I'll finally feel somewhat at ease.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-12 at 01:32

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