The Wind

a play with words

The wind is unsettling in its verocity...

papers whipping about as if they being tortured...

cans and other various forms of debris,

make their way down the length of the alley...

Garbage bins and recycling boxes, 

chase the cats and children who get within their path...

Birds flung sideways,

upside down and sadly into buildings...

Tree's branches,

crash to the ground, like the duelist glove...

Howling thru the windows and door cracks, 

like the mournful cry of a long lost lover...