from the south, at thirty-

January 31, 2013

from the south, at thirty-
two miles per hour, the wind
stutters a wet toccata
only his mother
could recognize. the
improvisational currents
are so strong, even
sleep has pulled away
.
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in art, life, personal, poetry, postaday2012, reflections, thoughts, writing Tagged with fugue, improvisation, music, poetry, sleep, storm, toccata, watch, weather, wind