bethany ford - Working of the wind

Wind doesn't always topple trees
and shake houses to pieces.

Wind plays
all overwoods with weighty ghosts,
in swing in thousands
sinsing from ever branch.

Wind doesn't always rattle windows
and push, push at walls.

Wind whistles
down curl de sacs and wrorries,
dry leaves and newspappers to leap
and curl like kite tails.

Wind dosen't anways
dry out sweaty shirts and blouses.

Wind scattters
polllen dust of flowers, washes
people's and animal's faces
and combs out birs feathers.

Wind doesn't always whips up waves
in to white horses.

wind shakes up
tree shadows to dance on rivers,
to jig on grass, and hanging
latern lights to play signalman.

Wind doesn't always run wild
kicking tinny dustbin lids.

Wind makes
leafy limbs bow to red roses
and bob upand down outside windows
and make desk papers fly up in doors.

bethany ford

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