some siren on a post ailing
is cranked up and screaming windmill strong...
my windows steaming.
On the porch for pups a parent,
shoo away fear that I too bear -
worth its weight in heavy air
as to shake the walls of Jericho every time,
I have learned from higher hound.
Fading thunder is noise from wheels
because it slowly rolls away ...
gives up the drop,
and from heartstop
by ion cracking nucleus of air
to breathing in new atmosphere,
I am now lulled endlessly gutterball an echo --
to a reverberance into days off just ahead to know
while I still had one on.
Breakthrough! goes their song,
and as beaks know best the sun,
Do I want the power back?