April 22, 2020Poem
The wind is soundless
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The wind is soundless
Until meeting
Something solid
The rustle as it whirls
‘twixt waxen leaves
A shriek of mindless friction
As it whips through valleys
Scraping rooftops
Slamming into windows
The whisper is a wonder
Lost words picked up
From somewhere magical
Carried from afar
Where do they come from
Do you know what they are
Were they meant for me
To untangle
From the background
Were they hidden
From the disinterest
Of strangers
What do they say
As they twist
In and out of willow trees
Flattering the columbine
An imaginative deception
A campfire tale
When whispers dance
In silence
And in the absence
Of an answer
The darkness howls