Friday, February 16, 2018

A Nervous Weathervane

There, thirty feet off the ground.
High enough to catch some air.
A nervous weathervane ...

Not quite sure of the afternoon's proceedings.
Like an unsure shopper not sure of the aisle.
To find whole wheat apple sauce, or was it non-dairy milk.

Who knows the will of the wind.
At times suc ... as these.
Blowing ill, or might it be hope.

A nervous weathervane.
In that time of the day, when the air itself isn't quite sure.
What once was that way, might now be thatta way.

Could be, maybe not, or just a hint.
It'll take awhile for the remains of the day to work it out.
To find itself ... thirty feet off the ground.


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