October 2, 2020
Photo by Krasimira Banova
The Wind
A Poem by Tim Bosworth
The wind
Caresses us.
Whispers in our ear love and kindness.
Moves seeds and ships around.
Tells us, that too shall pass.
Is a packaged deal.
Knocks down power lines and trees on people.
Collapses houses on them.
Wears down tremendous mountains and ranges.
Dirty-works the hurricanes and tornadoes
Whips forest fires into a frenzy.
What shall we do with the wind when it is our child?
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