DISGUISES
She purchased a book
Of historical romances
But inside was a manual
On survival in the wild
Then she bought a ticket
For a light-hearted comedy
But instead saw a movie
Of the end of the world
Next she went into
A towering cathedral
But found she had entered
An old dusty bar
Till finally she met
The man from the website
But spoke in a language
She couldn’t understand
FACES OF THE WIND
It can be as soft
As a lover’s caress
In the first hello of love
That speaks a strange language
Only understood
By a candlelit heart
And then it roars
Like an animal caged
For too many lonely nights
Suddenly set loose
To strip each tree
Of its encumbering leaves
But too soon it fades
Its drama dwindling
Ending as it began
A whispered breeze
Quiet as a cat
Heard but never seen
RUMORS
Who has seen the sun
Disappearing from the sky
As if it’s overcome
By a fire ten times as bright
And who has heard the rain
Beating down upon the earth
Like the feet of marching men
Forging trails unto their graves
And who has felt the wind
Blasting madly through the night
With a fury long held back
Till it could be leashed no more
It is you who knows these things
Each a spoke upon a wheel
That turns and turns again
On a road that finds no end
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