my words are unravelled by wind
shaken into sentences by a bluster of firs
and I find myself hyphenated
in a landscape never seen before
here commas are more than rivers
colons rise in fountained geysers
while I paragraph between sand-dunes
run from one period to the next semi-
the next semi- who or what?
rain sprays the land with brackets
until I am italicized past retrieval
and must return to the first word
I spilled into the wind
About Joanna M. Weston
Joanna M. Weston is married and has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle reader, Frame and The McGuire, was published by
Tradewind Books; and her poetry book, A Summer Father, was published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBooks are available at her blog: http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/
