Old Windmill


field in fog2

It stands

Sometimes in mist

Sometimes in brightness

Shares it spares with creatures of flight

eagle, hawk, crow, vulture

Does it tell of

Blades obeying the whim of the wind

Does it remember?

Water coursing through its metal roots.

Does it wish? Does it want?

Does it watch?

As I watch it.

Waiting.

Wondering.

 

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3 comments

  1. “Does it remember?
    Water coursing through its metal roots.”

    It does!

    Beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Thank you, Derrick! I am learning!

    Liked by 1 person

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