The Winds Inside The wind spirits gust hard, shaking my heart, my being: fear rides strong in the air. Mona Lao, Liuani, ... they are all here in the wind, around me, blowing past. Macduff, Macbeth, ... they are all in the wind too, blowing through me now. My inner winds churn acid, growing in their strength, though I vow I will not hear. Through the inner storm, my mind whirls with images spinning in black eddies of the past, yet I resist until I've won again, stilling the winds inside. Two Shadows ..- December; Honolulu, HI Two shadows running on the pavement: same shape, same size. One ahead by a step, though In life one is years ahead of the other: not today. Time tries to steal the moment but fails. Today mother and daughter finish a marathon together. Taste of Kansas a golden-white sun stings hard hot constant wind gray trees prairie twisted wiry thin, pressed low against clay-sand earth a two-tracked lane winds through old dead yellow prairie grass swaying dry up dead-end gravel washes dust-devils lift and die a stop for thirst, lunch in tractor tire shade hat and boots tossed smelling oil and dirt tasting blowing dust Main Page This site sponsered by