Wind blows away goes
Away goes away wherever
The wind goes. Yesterday, my day blasé
blank stare from my countenance
Towards the wind and the rain
And the mobs of people
In the street in the car then in the
Pseudo friendly cavalier soiree
where the wind
At the open windowpane,
And blank stared through the conversations at a friend’s
Soiree but not the window
Where Earth’s fierce cold whirl seethed through,
Stultified by the neighboring buildings yet.
Through the conversations there I
Stared askance, not through the windowpane
But at it.
From where the wind blew that
Day to night
A comma here, a comma
Where the wind blows
The wind goes.