VornadoA Poem by Jay SteitlerCreated this one in minutes, after witnessing a squall. Words tripped off the tip of my brain, with relative ease this afternoon.Swirling, dancing, blustery vortex, stripping the wood with your dizzying efficiency. Cold wind, recind your violence, giving me the allowance of peaceful travels. I want not much; Just the benevolence of sunnier days.
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StatsAuthorJay SteitlerPenfield, NYAboutA bit of a renaissance man, frequent white-lighter, and poet-scholar of life. Love art and photo. Play a little mandolin, and sing. I study karate, and play wheelchair rugby(Murderball). I've read Haw.. more..Writing
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