by Mary Clurman
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| Wicked Wind by Tracey Savery Davis |
i.
the wind blew wicked hard that day
it howled and blew
it rocked the house
though I slept safe in bed
the storm did rise to hit the house
kill flowers through the land
tear branches down, fell ancient trees
yet did not touch my head
the storm rose up to strike our house
did everything it could
yet I and thee so deep in sleep
still breathed, slept easily
ii.
that wind had come to seize our day
it danced and whirled and groaned
to wake up all to hold the land
but somehow let us sleep
why would this wind stop at our bed
why would it prowl away
if not that you and I were here
and sought to sleep that day
That wind has come to call on us
leave eddies, pools in hearts
to cry to you to me who dream
You sleep, you welcome death.
Mary Clurman is a retired Montessori teacher and childcare professional in Princeton, NJ, taking her first class in writing poetry. She has only run for school board but remains aggressively progressive.
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