The WInd Always Screams at Me Here
Rocky the garbage man
said there was no air
down by the river
and he waved his hand
across his face
as if he were shooing away
everything
that had ever oppressed him.
Then Rocky asked
how my team had done
in the morning ball games,
taking an awkward uppercut
with his hands flying off
an imaginary bat handle.
Rocky observes a lot more
than he feels
he can articulate.
Rocky was wrong.
I sat on the rocks on the promontory
facing south
and the wind came
as it always does
when I'm here.
Always.…
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