Windy Road.
A ball of wind came
tried to knock
me off my bike,
but it wasn’t strong
enough:
“You’re only a zephyr”
I jubilantly shouted,
one fist in the air like
a regular
Black Panther.
The wind, gently
slapped my face,
such human cheek,
but it let me go on
my way today.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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