Monday, June 27, 2022

the old ways cascading in waves


The old ways

The wind cascading in waves

Whispering in its aggressiveness

There it will stay

The scarecrow can't swing it

As he stands upright with his arms outstretched

As if trying to get the feel of the cascading wind

His open space can't embiggen his needs

So he can't put on display

Let everyone see and say

He has no ears to listen

He stands there like a peacock

The old ways

The rhythm sways in back door

It doesn't want others to watch

In silence it spins its tales

The old ways cascading in waves

The people's needs are secondary

We can shout and scream

The wind just screaming it away

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