Wind slams the screen door--
must have had a bad day
puffing to bend down tall grass
that kept standing up again.
Note: I missed a chance for a better title. Suppose I had the wind in a bad mood because of attempts all day to disrupt overly gelled and conditioned hairdos that resisted being wind-mussed. Frustrating! I could have called it BAD HAIR DAY. But whole fields of rebellious grass, refusing to remain bowed down , will do. No wonder we have hurricanes that rip out whole trees. The wind has to work off all that frustration.
Lots more poetry at www.blehert.com
Longer poems and essays at http://dearreader08.blogspot.com
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Hi Dean, I loved this imagery! I have added you to my blogroll, and signed on as a follower, keep 'em coming!
Rose De Dan
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