Living Prose
The truth-is-better-than-fictional bits.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Weather vain
I always think I know
Which way the wind blows until
I don't. Which
Is more often than not, and even if
I do, you change direction
And laugh at me as I sit
And think I thought
I knew.
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