Maybe someone wishes the wind were just singing,
because ees yelling,
the abusive wind.
screaming Japanese
at high speed,
accompanied by a chorus of sheet metal roofs
pitched at angles that produce ungodly whines.
ungodly whines?
no. sheet metal roofs pitched at angles that produce a symphony of
rusted moan.
moan? no.
sustained, non stop, no rest, constant,
coked-up pipe organ shriek.
we long for the wind to sing.
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