John Jessup Kennan

motion denied

Blake in a pawn shop






million wind
machines turbo aeronatically
scienced engaged raged magificent
wind gatherers howled roared we
are not wind we are
noise we do not make winds we
make differences
hurricanes wilted in their
presence conventions of
tsunamis muttered shame into
their hats who can outwind the
windinesses of wind gatherings
yet a slight gentle breeze
unnoticed against silent cold
stone fortress
wall

 © John Kennan 4-16-21

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