windance

well wind being dance
words to push against
or pick with brittle teeth
fired straight ahead jagged
sharply round edges full
with blow a soar that breaks
in blue in white a life
but not as what we know

well wind was always poems
wasn’t it i mean
air’s crisp tendrils whisp around
a face still undefined still
pretty – that’s something
worth writing on
anyway

say wind
to win a prize
somewhere – if not first place
at least the coach's trophy it’s
possible to sneak
in at the back door why not
it blows on still – joining
in such airs can’t hurt