the wind

the wind

A Poem by kmartell

The wind-



I wish I could bend everything

and still make it work, not


angst, worse than that even (imagine)

but trouble none the less


a wind that comes down the chimney

and runs through my house,


opening doors

screaming and then growing still


I wish for the past, my great aunt

who

I see walking with her skirts in motion and her canes


coming after me,

back from death   looking suddenly

through my front window

at me

© 2017 kmartell


Author's Note

kmartell
there is a crook in this poem part way beyond the first stanza but I left it, and will have to read it over and change things later.

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