Bitter wind

Wind bites,gates slideblossom tumblesso much uselessconfetti. Thoughts floatin the dry aircrackle alongpavement,twisted atjunctions.City streetschoked : peoples dreamsfloat above trafficideas fightfor recognition. The poet sweeps.  ……………………………………… Hail drivingskin to slick redI feel the heelof springas it descends. I’m a vesselopen for businesschannelling yoursymptomswashing you clean. Hail smashescut ice glassleaving nosmudgesjust a clearwindscreen,with no view.