Like a windstorm I’ve ravaged a body
and it is mine, sometimes in the clutch of night,
or in small town piazzas,
when I try out a new phrase.
O, booths, lanes, empty houses,
I cannot hold the wind that rips through
as I wade into emails
then ads saying
I should take a cruise.
Silly, I’m already on a cruise
with all the colors and changing contexts
when arriving for a short stay.
Like a new idiom forging its stem into air,
taking what breeze comes,
it holds my attention before it passes on.
