wind

wind

A Poem by kmartell

we have one of those roundy round clotheslines. the wind is blowing hard, the clothes line cannot make up its mind,

it keeps turning then stopping

turning then stopping.


meanwhile i have coffee, black no sugar.

© 2015 kmartell


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Ah, I had a roundy round growing up, so I could visualize this glimpse of time with such a joy.. and the nuance of the broken movement.

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kmartell
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St. Albans, VT



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