"There is a kind of wildness in the air..."


There is a kind of wildness in the air

wind pushing relentlessly against the trees

the sounds of the city are harsh, demanding - what?

the wind chime tinkles hauntingly

the questioning, puzzled chirp of a bird is drowned out by the motor sounding too close for comfort

I glare fiercly at this unseen force, just as relentless

I shall win, I have already - for the simple reason that you are naught

and I AM

the winds die,

the sounds of the city have returned to themselves

the yellow flower laughs with me in the stillness

another battle won

another battle made non-existent

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