Old Windmill

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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.

 

Categories: Poetry, UncategorizedTags: , ,

Published by gizzylaw

I am a retired criminal defense attorney. My days are filled with music, dogs, weaving, family and friends. I am a conundrum. I haven't figure me out yet. These are my thoughts.

3 comments ›

  2. stoner on a rollercoaster
    August 18, 2018 • 2:21 am

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

    It does!

    Beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. gizzylaw
    August 18, 2018 • 6:47 am

    Thank you, Derrick! I am learning!

    Liked by 1 person

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