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The Disappearing Wind

I originally wrote the

Disappearing wind in error

Instead of the

Disappearing island

And looked

Into the night skies

And listened

To the children

Chattering and mumbling

And listened to the

Drunks

Staggering home

From the Melvin

As some fell on the pavement

And others

Starting singing

Various bawdy football

Songs

And yelling various

Insults at each other

Bathed in the heart

Of the moon light.

But then I remembered

What I should have

Been writing about

And thought of a disappearing

Wind

Like a disappearing wind

Lost along

The heart of a

Yellow moonlight.

🌷(6)

◄ Bus Stop

For Emily Dickinson ►

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