By Regina Cyzick Harlow

Caterwauling wind
Scrapes branches
Against my nerves
Rattling my soul
Leaving me in a constant state of angst
Unsettled, unnerved, gloomy
Perhaps a kite
Or harnessed power experiment
Might lift my spirit
But instead
I’m drinking coffee
And sulking
In my favorite yellow chair
About the wind

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