Blowing winds mimic trains Rumbling through the countryside The roaring masks the whistle’s wails Preceding arrival at crossroads Good conductors recognize this Making necessary adjustments Using undetected motions Engineers do not pose as conductors They carry no baton Winds need no baton or conductor Both continue through the night The wind as it pleases The other to a well known schedule One will eventually go home to enjoy His own symphony of rock-and-roll or country After lavabo and vespers he is settled Slides easily into his dreamland We are home, we Have no choice Listen to this music It cannot be ignored In deference to classic We call it traditional nature You enjoy but not to the point of delight There are no refunds No tickets were purchased No curtain calls for performers This is a solitary storm Done her way: Tempo allegro Stanski February 26, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 