wind song
The wind is a wild whistling woman
Singin her siren song
A sad moaning wailing
in grief
in laughter
Pulls out the tears in my eyes
She subdues to sighs
Comes to waves
is a sea
A whining engine
Whinneying bay
Spirit blowing
Up the open-mouthed
Canyon
Pulling off loose boards
Like so many bad teeth
Probing, penetrating
Our weak spots creak
We promise to tighten the house
if we just make it thru
til morning
She brings me to my knees
But I never been hit
by flying rocks
Ya gotta know when to bend
Bonnie Schulman
Jan. 1979