Clever Wind Does Not Tip Her Hand
clever wind
she does not show us her cards
keeping them close to her vest
she lures us in
a sense of peace
starting out calm and breezy
She picks up speed
the trees are swaying
I wonder, but she calms it down again, showing nothing
during the next lull
I hear a freight train, except louder
knowing it is her, I head toward the basement
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