March 10th, 2005
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no more wind…a poem


today the empty cloth grocery bag I was carrying caught the wind, and blew open like a bullfrog.
i made a game out of it, trailing it beside me like a balloon.
up, down, up, down. smiling.
i dislike the wind. it makes things seem colder than they are.
so i pretended that I had captured it and was holding it prisoner until the spring comes.
take that winter.
you are no match for me.

 
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