where does the wind go---chasing;
breezing time through the annuals
of our lives?
where does the wind go---blowing
snow flake dreams---passing
through the sieves of our lives?
where does the wind go---moving
slow as a snail’s foot---
then fast as mercury’s winged feet?
indeed, where does the wind go---going;
and when gone, we are left alone
with inflated memories…?