Rhapsody Of Wind

Valletta, the Bastions. The wind sates itself running round embracing this house coiling as a snake round this tree and that thus that it goes to Hastings Gardens place favorite coils round an elm, and then an oak yet full with nightingales from the next night. The waters sing they feel the coiling wind skim them lover-like with windy kisses All all in a secret rhapsody the winds thrives the wind makes. Restless with throbbing heart and pale as guilt silent as silence the wind round and round coils itself the day comes the day grows into its dress of drear usual dress of drear: cars lighting to carry secretaries and men for work students to the schools o! the winds yearns pale in the face of sounds newborn in the new day the rhapsody it carried forward from the night the buses clonk look there's a bus waiting someone something and with it jams the rest of the traffic Come! come! little by little the silent rhapsody of the dusk originated wind little by little goes the rhapsody little by little. by noon its stops to an inaudible minimum. but sunset will come again but dusk will come again the wind will rise again the wind will originate again traffic will subside and house lights will light up first then as the wind rhapsody grows one by one lights off: and the dark comes. The rhapsody continues.