The Wind

i raged through the land
sweeping before me
fences
leaves
litter
bushes
trees
and the words you whispered
dispersed

in anger i baked the soil,
blasting the grass
into cracks
making pony tracks
from streams
frying, ducks fled to reeds
and wilted weeds
and the words you stated
turned to steam

i stormed on the land
throwing thunder
at dogs and cats
and children
geese rose in flocks
at the sound
echoing through city and town
and the words you uttered
scattered

exhausted
the sky became bright grey
the grass alive
and the trees managed a mere
Mexican wave
and from your cave
your words, small and still,
danced on the breeze
to my ears

Tom Rudge
Devon

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