April 16

Oh wind, you’re such a narcissist –
on and on and on you blast,
a tiresome soliloquy of run-on sentences,
reckless words that set
the prairie afire.
Leave this scarred and wind-scraped land,
take your empty chatter
on up to Nebraska, you’re headed
that way anyway.
Slam the door if you must,
just go.


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