Wind, a poem by Mark Alden at Spillwords.com
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Wind

Wind

written by: Mark Alden

@MarkAAlden

 

The wind is a feral animal tonight,
moaning, circling, lashing out –
random acts of violence in our midst.

The little lights on the front porch
rock about maniacally,
glittering against the glass
like a ghostly mirror ball inviting us to dance
to the wind chimes chilling melody.

The dog barks incessantly,
issuing stern warnings to the invisible intruder.
Perhaps she is telling it what we are thinking.
Leave us. Leave us in peace. Leave us now!
Just please, don’t leave us in the dark.

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