Thursday, May 5, 2011

More than a breeze

* More than a breeze *
How the wind rips your hair
Blonde tendrils all a flutter
Skirt swooping and leaping
As you fight it creeping
Over thighs to hip
Modesty must be preserved
When chose wardrobe this morning
Judged how much modesty you would offer
Now the wind seeks to reveal more
And you recall checking the weather
Wonder really why you bother
Is not rain or sunshine which offends
It is this ripping gripping stripping wind
An element with no sense of discretion
About which you needed warning
Relentless in assault and cunning in persuasion
Moves the fabric high and low
Hurls skirt left and right
Even as you tug down with all your might
Set steel smile upon your face
And walk hurriedly to work
Pursuing an appearance radiating decorum and grace.

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