Someone Else’s Sign

Posted on June 14, 2013 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

Today, the North Wind’s strong arms
full to overflowing
with signs and portents,
faltered in the heavy rain.
He dropped one at my feet–
one I don’t even recognize.
What are we meant to do
with someone else’s sign?

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