heavy wind, but no rain

a violent wind
blows the city
to dust

Trees bend
people squint
as if in bright

A haze
envelops the streets
women wrestle their skirts
hair tossed
every which way

A violent wind
shreds the city

Palm fronds litter
Sunset Boulevard
the homeless huddle
like refugees
in the entryway
of a long abandoned

The weather
is the one thing
this town cannot control

(D. James)

self-referential riddle #1

If I told you
I wrote this
for the sake
of writing it

Made it up
just now as
the words for
their meaning
and nothing

Would it hold
weight …
respond to gravity?

Or do we have
to assign some other
definition to make it
a poem,
something greater
than what it is?

(D. James)