Excited Winds Poem by Cherra Redd

Excited Winds



As the wind blows
I almost know
I can feel the thrill
Without one kill

As the wind talks
I start to walk
No one understands
A man with no hands

As the wind yowls
It sounds like howls
Like women in need of money
Or craving for some honey

As the wind weeps
I get the creeps
It sounds like cries
When someone dies

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