Daniel Dowe’s most recent poem here was Opening (December 2012).
The Windy Artist
By Daniel Dowe
On windy Saturdays.
November breezes like chaos
The November artist
Stages afternoon happenings:
Where leaves form circle dances;
Synchronized marches across intersections;
And mutinies against carefully constructed piles.
The Saturday wind is like an eight year old,
Unconscious and uninterested in schedules,
Contemptuous of adult tasks;
Blowing away my plans
In fistfuls of red and scarlet,
Forcing me to smile
At the maddening lawlessness,
At the world we all hope
We somehow manage to control.