L. B. Mek

of Wind brushed, cheeks

 

gust of wind, nudged me

today 

my left cheek, this time

I, turned

to greet it and looked, and

waited

 

till my eyes, give-out

or cheeks 

age, into docile numbness 

I shall

Forever, turn to look and 

wait

 

take your time, if you must

but please

do visit as often, as you can

my dear

till we ride, fate’s winds

side-by-side

 

again

 

 

© L. B. Mek

January 2022