Wind Change
The poetry is slowing,
but not so much the rowing.
It seems without my knowing,
not words, but water's flowing.
So not much of a showing,
but stamina is growing.
A west wind is now blowing
and so I must be going.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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