Friday, April 29, 2011

Gusty winds


You called out for me.

You called me in.

They waited and knocked

Wanting me out.

Two in peace

And of a piece

Are a big noise

In the rest of the world

That knows no rest.

You tried but could not

Stop the gust coming in

And blowing things

Hither thither.

I am out now, they happy

Inside all covered by dust

Blown from four corners

Of the world.

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