In this City

wind sometimes is a lovesick lover,
he brushes against your face,
carries a hint of geranium

wind is a sometimes jealous lover,
she rolls clouds down the mountain
threatens to tumble overturn you

and he ambles in
rustles grasses

and she sweeps through
rocks cars

and he forces you
into the shade

and she closes the door
against you

and he lets the smog
choke you

and she raises squalls
and floods you

he fades
she rollicks

only in this city
this wind
elsewhere it’s just