Non-Erotic PoetryPrairie WindI listen to wind
whip through
tall grass
razor straps slash
pearl skin behind
my knees
tremble and listen
to the wailing
as the sky turns
green and battered
our house battles
to stay adrift
on the prairie's ocean
Moans and cries
of mourning so loud
the flowers wither
before they bloom
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