There are issues to be worked out…

me and Mr. Wind.

when I muster enough to stand arched back

lungs full of fire enough to holler “this disdain must end”

He wraps round with no respect

His annunciation’s poor with vigor that wains 

so all I can do is stand steady as fact

as granite as a gargoyles that brood from the slack

I’ll tame you soul bellow

and slip through your cracks.