Sweet Nothing

Sweet Nothing I trapped the wind that made dust dervishes dance in the back yard Lured it into a sack with the promise it could create a storm. I hit the sack with a hammer this for the wind had stolen my hair and made me bald as an American eagle. And Silvio works for me. I beat the sack until the wind died. and it got unbearable hot without a cooling breeze. I opened the sack and the winds was blue as a Parisian afternoon. Windmills and zephyrs will they ever be still?