The Wind and the Willow

So I am free as the wind.
Does not the wind long to dance with the willow?
To kiss the sail on the mouth
or caress the grassy bosom of the plains?


Does not he wish
to bear the sparrow in loving arms,
to speak softly to the pines?
And would he not indulge the graceful nape of the maples neck
with a gentle hand?


***


Should the wind whisper sonnets
and the songs of lovers
in the most demure of voices
or rise with a furious passion
to fell the mighty
is it not still the same wind?
And is it not one and the same,
the breath that extinguishes the candles light
yet fans the forest fire?


I am alive as a gale;
lean into me.
I am as docile as the breeze
on an early summer evening porch
that summons the goosebumps;
let me embrace you.

Fishing (an afterthought...)

a girls heart is a slippery fish
after you reel it in
if you try to hold it in your hands, it will
move around
and writhe about
until it escapes
the best thing to do then
is throw it back into the water
if you put it in a bucket
it will flop until its strength is gone
and eventually die.

***


I suppose the only option then is to go swimming

Pair

Rainy day

On this rainy day
I watched futures
splatter against the pane
the results of which were
greater than the sum of the parts.

On this rainy day
I and the elements
beheld each other with contempt
and in the end
I triumphed against them.
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Collection

I am on fire some days
with a heart that is raw
and as real
as a beggar
the bigger the better
the eyes and the wetter
they get
the further apart that we sit
If we grew up together
and knew from the start
a collection of pasts
that we shared
would the future be different?