A fluffy baby sparrow was eating on the grass
When along came the wind, flipped her over on her back
Wiggle, twist and flop, she popped up quick, nice and neat
And acted as if nothing had just knocked her off her feet
(This happened yesterday morning)
(Saw this while journeying up to Salem, Ohio and back)
Whole fields of fading yellow corn-
flags flapped furiously in the wind
TR
She lives in Kansas,
I moved to Ohio so
I could leave her be-
hind, but she felt lonely, track’d
me, and today bullied me
TR
T
h
e
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
TR
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
TR
Prose Me 