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"Does the Wind?"
by Jeph Johnson
Part One "The Crows"
She talks with the crows
And they prophesize
What she already knows
Up into the sky
For the whole world to see
And it never can be
Does the wind see anything at all?
She creates with her mind
And forms with her hands,
She's artistically inclined
Still no one understands.
And no one hears her cries
And no one asks her why
Does the wind even listen any more?
She speaks with her prose,
Poetic and content
Yet it's their ignorance that slows
Her literary intent
And no one feels the pain
That she's trying to explain
Does the wind feel anything at all?
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Part Two "Christine Magnificent"
Unseen through her peril
Is the unresponsive radiance I sense
Dolefully impassioned,
She brings the world to life
With lots of vodka shots and
Cherry nicotine rings
She laments love stories,
Unfulfilled;
Still fathomed in her being,
Flying away,
The crows lead the way
Like they did that time for me,
Back when I knew love so well
A love since forgotten
Silently her soft lips
Spoke with mine
And floating into her dark eyes
For a moment
I vividly remembered
Behold!
My muse of the moment:
Christine magnificent!
I extend my caress
And may begin again
