Barraged By An Unsteady, Heady, Wind. Poem by Michael Gale

Barraged By An Unsteady, Heady, Wind.



Jostling freely in the wind...
Like a kite, precariously.

Riding the winds tide us up and down....
Closer, closest to the ground.

Rippling breezes eases us not...
Not let loosened, easily a-knot.

We are tied and weathered loosely taught...
Trapped between trade winds, and unloose naught.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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