The wind in my ears
as we rode through the rain
on our bikes — a whistle it made
with my hair or my jacket,
that only I could hear
2.
The sun on my head
(just a square, just there)
as I napped on the couch
on the screened porch —
silent but warmly expressive
3.
Various unexplained hungers —
my stomach demanding
but not specifying —
well who does it think it is anyway?
Why should I listen to it?
©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2017
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