Monday, April 10, 2023

The Hawk (Wind in Chicago)

I stood inside the fur-lined coat, a button fallen,

a threaded hole, the wrap around the waist was so

loose I had to suck in my chest to fit.

The wind blew hard, my face was pinned

against the side of the building.

I turned to face it only to be thrown 

back on my feet.

I took my left leg and planted it behind me

ceremoniously

for balance.