018: WHEN THE WIND BLOWS…

When the wind blows

It leaves some kind of residue

Microscopic dust and pollen particles,

A rustic smell,

Lead-heavy fumes

And sometimes, a taste of death

When the wind blows

I remember running around with sheep

It reminds me swinging on aerial roots

Reminds me of the hour long roundas and kati

Reminds me of the bubbly church dances

Reminds me of the happiness

That new Christmas clothes brought

When the wind blows

I can’t seem to stop wondering

About the promise that is the future

I can’t stop wondering

About when the wind will stop blowing!

Or rather when I will stop hearing

The wind as it blows!

Jep


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