it’ s October, and I’m wearing sandals and short sleeves…

Where’s the wind…

the door’s wide open and there’s no breeze

Where’s the wind….

the trees are asking and so are the leaves…

Where’s the wind…

she asks to lull me to sleep on a warm October’s eve

Silencio…listen…

… crickets and the rumbling of the dishwasher  must do

Anita Adams 10/9/18