Question the Wind
your elusive spirit is chased
through halls of knowledge
onto cobbled streets
where Montreal men
and country wives meet
another place interrupting time
but you have special talents
no homestead mule
as a seer coins will follow
even the breeze warmly pursues you
nights of dreaming without sleep
days of romance and poetry
Mon Dieu! Was that you?
cornfield hair races past
heels skim across the greasy stones
like hooves then cooingly whisper
in the passionate grass afire
and his anticipation
is the bellowing wind
11/01/19
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2019
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