The Peanut Wind

wants to make
the world wobble

and hear it squirm
from where
I sit, with

whistles, whooshing
sounds resonating

and exhibit an essence
like magic

against my face,
from warm to cold
then retire again

a seasonal change
capturing
my attention.

It wishes me to chew
into its needs,
like a mouthful

of peanuts

tasting, scent
teasing
until I am

complete, a
mirror
of the wind.

© Richard L. Provencher

Published May 2010
Issue V111, Volume 11
Connotation Press