playroom stories
Monday, March 14, 2011
The wind Spirit
at night
I listen to the wind
weave its many voices
into one long scream
floating
fiercely through the dark
the wire fences drone
and sing
as the spirit of the wind
is snaking and curling
through the
careless
black
night.
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