Turbine di Vento
Scirocco-like
summer winds
clobber Kansas.
The battered
battle
with chores:
with tools
and animals
off-keeled
and lurching
with clothes-lined wash
wrestled off
bundled in
through back screen doors
slamming flat.
Every little thing loose
rattles
flutters
fusses attention
and every live thing
bellows
or cries
its distress
in the ominous upheaval.
And in late afternoons
when by then
work’s worn down
heaviness
pushes through.
Billowing window laces
hypnotize
the temporarily indolent
and time seems
to hang
suspended.
Then
always
there's
the equally
ominous
sudden
stillness.