the windA Poem by kmartellThe 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 kmartellAuthor's Note
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Added on August 25, 2015 Last Updated on March 30, 2017 Author
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