There’s a touch of romance
in the garden
the fence posts led by coy breezes
in a gentle dance
between secret admirers
until the mood turns
and the wind becomes belligerent
destroying something beautiful
- it can.
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The sneering wind
flays the sycamore tree of limp, weak-willed branches
and their lichen tapestries - pearl and straw-yellow
while I stand watching,
a voyeur of death and violence
the wind doesn't want me to watch
howls at me to turn away
howls of shame
howls of embarrassment
howls of guilt
It ramps things up
tearing down an elderly fence
that's been grey and withered for a while
But it doesn't shock me.
I’m still standing. Still watching.
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