A Short Visit

The wind today is so strong,
just yesterday
it had pulled out trees
from their roots
and blown away large trucks
across highways
as effortlessly
as if they were toys.

I came to visit,
but I won’t stay long.

I search for words,
but there are none.
No tears this time either.
Just the loud vibrato of the wind,
penetrating my jeans
and bringing cold to my bones.

The flowers
I brought for you
I lay down gently,
knowing
they’ll soon be sacrificed
to the violent grasp of wind.

Who is to say you are not the wind?

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