Don Tiedemann

Rookie - 74 Points (2/23/1950 / Baltimore, Md)

In This Wind - Poem by Don Tiedemann

Rooted as they are, the trees
do not lack for entertainment.

They flap their limbs
in a pretense of flight.

The women walk past them
shoulders to cheeks

In the distance the high-rises
seem to sway. They loom
like fathers, protective, stern.

Pink clouds lead the sun
down beyond the cypress trees.

All night long the wind wahoos,
the furnace strains. By morning
ice brightens the storm drains.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013


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