Cutting Winds
© By Sabine Wichert
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Because the wind did not subside,
The policeman booked you for bribery;
And you only wanted your five pounds
Changed at the Giant’s Ring: he would
Get his fair share out of the next robbery.
Afterwards lurking cars were banned
And lovers ordered to stay outside;
The poet refused his fee, but accepted
Large expenses instead to make up
For last year and lost walks.
Your painter said he cared for you,
Against the wind, against all dreams,
He offered you all his paintings,
All lost opportunities forgotten,
And later took your money happily.
Too many plots in all the old stories,
Too many cows facing the weak sun
Unperturbed by the cutting winds
Or fading ghosts by the gate-post,
While you wrestle and exorcise.
A gang of boys, schoolboys, kindergarten
Boys, threw stones at your car
As you finally left the ring
And you thought, you were driving
Into a clearer future, a little stronger.