Gust No Gale Poem by Ken Moore

Gust No Gale



Heavy handed wind protest the quiet arrangement of my yard
Redecorate as you please disturbing as you are
Leer The aftermath of a childhood prank
Barking branches Shake my sleep
Gust my thoughts my think
close your disturbing howl
Muddled couch bound and Confused
Ill stay inside for now

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