Spitting Against The Wind Poem by Bryan Taplits
Spitting Against The Wind
So lovely-
She twirled into my life,
A gust of wind; an unexpected sin-
She pierced me like a knife.
So why the long wait?
She proffered her vestal sin-
Her husband lost, my ethics tossed
her children crossed-
And so I spit into the wind.
Luckily, that day the winds had shifted
That day of 'wants and when, '
Little did I know, in that day of heaves and 'so'
The wind would shift again.
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