New Street Gang

T

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wind

bulldozes down from

the north and acts as the catalyst

for the street gang called the Straying

Leaves to swirl thickly in multicolored

droves through every street, determined to

get into cars, hair, houses, yards, and into

people’s lives, creating bright, fall

memories for everyone

who notices

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Heavenly Resistance Training

He pushes

I hop humiliatingly

My purse pulls in front at a 450 angle

Hair blows straight forward

Plastic bag speeds past my feet with

tumbleweed pieces chasing

Two hands pull open the car door

He pushes harder

my body shoved against the door

I struggle to enter the car

both hands tug it shut

Car vibrates with His powerful rush

I catch my breath, straighten my hair while

He shoves cloud remnants toward Oklahoma

piling them into a dark stormy horizon

I blow a hair strand out of an eye and

start the car

He still pushes

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Things that Shove

While I sit on the porch bench

wild winds blow noisily out of the southeast

shoving tree branches and leaves toward the northwest

while agitated storm clouds speed high above out of the northwest

darkening the skies to the southeast

Two winds rushing in two different directions

one on the top of the other in the same sky

Winds like that can really mess up the hair

In the same way

wild events and emotions recently blew noisily out of nowhere

heading me in different directions, both within and around me

Things like these can really mess up the hair, too

(P.S.: My husband is recovering nicely from having blood clots in the lungs, and I’m recovering from all the adrenaline flows.  Sitting in the wind yesterday afternoon, made me realize it was no different than what has been happening within me for the past two weeks.  I’m enjoying a peaceful time now, until the next storm)

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