Even the Wind
I held you so close
that even the wind could not blow
between us
and any other blow
was fended by my back–
but in the end, it was going
you wanted–
a driven flow to somewhere air,
a flight of what felt
like wild lightness–
oh, my back bent then
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A poem of sorts posted very belatedly for the wonderful Kerry O’Connor’’s prompt on Real Toads to write a poem stemming from some lyrics of Bob Dylan, recently awarded the Nobel prize for literature (although I don’t think he’s yet acknowledged it.)
The pic, which is unedited, doesn’t really relate to the poem, but I just really like it! All rights reserved.
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