The Wind Poem by John W. (Coyote) Fox

The Wind



I am left alone.
My thoughts cannot be shared with a void.
Thoughts need to be expressed, known, felt, shared, spoken, understood.
Do you speak to the walls-to the floors-to the open door?
Open door! How-who dares to come back to share, and have shared?
Surely-no, only the wind.

Monday, September 27, 2004
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