wind
blasting dried-out world around
diverging dust clouds here to there,
south to north or north to south
whichever turn it gusts,
relentless
rendered raw, as dust-bowl-days,
fury browns the world around
set safe, inside, we hide our hides
from gritty-spittle smiles
tornadic - no - yet some might say
it ramps that way...
the day blows on in minutes ticked
with thickly dusted dunes of
farm ground moved, removed
laid bare of what was seeded for
the spring
a soaking rain would settle things
blasting dried-out world around
diverging dust clouds here to there,
south to north or north to south
whichever turn it gusts,
relentless
rendered raw, as dust-bowl-days,
fury browns the world around
set safe, inside, we hide our hides
from gritty-spittle smiles
tornadic - no - yet some might say
it ramps that way...
the day blows on in minutes ticked
with thickly dusted dunes of
farm ground moved, removed
laid bare of what was seeded for
the spring
a soaking rain would settle things
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