“Teasing Tempest Temptress”
The wind possesses its own ideas, plans, and designs.
It does not include ill-placed chimes.
Blow, blow, blowin’,
Through, above, and under.
Particulate matter whipped asunder.
Settling for the romance of movement among and between buildings.
Skyscrapers, concrete naked.
Residence of tired pigeons.
Trapper of frustrated horns.
Each piece of the symphony,
Played gustily with gusto.
Despite you,
The wind possesses its own ideas, plans, and designs.
And cares little for your ill-placed chimes.
