Wind Tap-Tapping
The West Wind seems ferocious
Sometimes a cadence
Sometimes a roar.
Tapping on that pull cord
For window blinds.
Calling me to come
Outside.
Brave some sun and exposure.
Meet some folks.
Spend some hours.
On sidewalk, seated
With smiling passers-by.
Join harp chords
With His percussion.
As if we had long
Practised the routines.
Weighed the pros and cons.
NNNOTT!
They are spontaneous.
Coming from long
Deposited melodies.
Of the Race.
Holding the repertoire
Of a world in pain, struggle
Occasional laughter
And Hope.
Yes, Hope from
The Wind and I.
Together.
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