In the wind

the wind closed its eyes
leaves, moved
by my pleas, turned to face
me I blinked & there she was
another glass of wine barking
in her hand, stem
cool like bathroom tiles I can’t see
I ask for one more gust
before she leave s


© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott

Written for dVerse’s Eyeing the Quadrille #147

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

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