a request bordering on a plea

 

this wind

   it has the sound and texture

of march wind

 

come and sit with me

   (marketa is making her lunch)

she comes out

 

but the wind bothers her

   and the sun

even now in january

 

is too strong for her

   i cannot breathe on a day like this

unless i am outside

 

this is not a poem of wind

   but loneliness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2022-01-30 at 05:32

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LacyxDevine The PoetBay support member heart!
This was so visual from a feelings perspective, amazingly well done.
2022-01-30