A perfect capture of the wind here on the plains. Enjoy!
By Candy Hamilton, Oglala
In the otherwise silence of the night
The wind bumps its rhythm
Against the side of the house
And train-whistles against the other
The rhythm smooths out
To dog howls
Then to distinct words
That finally blur to scat.
Originally published in Pasque Petals 72.1, Summer 1997
Featured image by bill lapp under the creative commons license on Flickr.