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Best to Ignore the Wind

he heard the wind proclaim,
it’s not much farther now

saw the killdeer land in a ditch,
its feet running as they met the ground

studied the fading stains of
roadkilled armadillos

threw the bones of the library
on the sidewalk

picked through the oracles

divined messages
from broken patterns
and torn pages on
concrete

knew this all meant something
(knew it so deep it drove him silent)
these revelations he never

understood

This is a response the the Read Write Poem Prompt: Secret Codes provided by Carolee Sherwood.

Published inPoemsPoetry

6 Comments

    • Thanks, Pamela, and thanks for following my tweets! Sometimes I feel like the world is a book I’ll spend a lifetime learning to read.

  1. I was musing on reading tea leaves and consulting oracles and you hit a home run with these lines:

    “threw the bones of the library
    on the sidewalk

    picked through the oracles”

    So wonderful, just wonderful.

  2. I feel this way, most of the time —

    knew this all meant something
    (knew it so deep it drove him silent)

    & I like the way you set “understood” off by itself, the emphasis.

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