Poem for an old woman walking into the wind The Palms sway above you & your hair streams behind as you lean forward with the curve of your back & your hunched shoulders you are alone in the end with your small steps trailing out behind which the wind transforms to the empty spaces where you ve been at a hundred yards in 10 minutes knowing the power of the wind working your way towards the thunder on the shore to a sea that s never still Fl x BL DE Lit