November 20, 2020Missive
The wind is freewheeling
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The wind is freewheeling
Following its own path
Dancing to a different tune
Spinning and turning
Changing direction
On a sixpence
Old money has a more
Romantic disposition
When used in conjunction
With ancient superstition
Three coins
In the fountain
May change a fortune
As surely as the wind blows
The old year out
From front to back
How many tall dark strangers
Do you think there are
On a wild night
In the old country
Where warped wooden
Winding wheels
Stand idly by
Baring silent witness
As coal covered ghosts
Disappear down
Broken shafts
A skeleton crew
Fallen on hard times
Turning old wives tales
Into an epitaph
As a cold wind picks holes
In a pipe dream
The meaning of romance
Is never quite
What it seems
On the outside.