Playful Wind Poem by Glen Kappy

Playful Wind



The wind is "playful"
this April morning—

getting close and blowing on the light green hair of trees
taking swipes at our windows and walls.

Nothing too serious—
just a bit of "rough-housing."

But it does make me think of what might happen
if he makes himself dizzy
and those thick and muscled arms of his
really go flailing.

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Glen Kappy

Glen Kappy

New York, NY USA
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