GROWNING


The pull of the winds

The wind that rescinds

Decisions.

Made in gales.

Decisions of self centred males.

And silence drops it’s silken coat

About my shoulders

As I wrote 

Upon the leaves,

Of upturned cuffs and snotty sleeves.

In schoolboy dreams

I play out the scenes,

In acts of puberty.

Then red faced and breathing deep

In teenage thought I keep.

The winds and gales

And “puppy dogs tails”

In the rag tag sail

Of the centric male.

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