I was told

oh so bold

her words would move me

I had somewhere to be,

yet alone

this unknown

semblance of finality

the winds so symbolically,

played outside my windows

shaking the pains in its throes

my bird feeder ready to sail if the nail gives

tossed back and forth only time forgives.

I listened in awe

each whistle like a saw

cutting through the afternoon air

without hesitation, a constant tear.

I listened to the winds, the changing winds

I listened to the winds, her changing winds.


© aquietwalk 4/2022

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