Night Wind

A window slams shut
Trees fuss, extending
Tentative fingers to
Scratch the itchy house.
Waves tickle dock legs,
Lick the shore eagerly.
Such waggling wiggling
Pops into my dream of
Buying a red leather sports car
And sets me back here
To hear the night wind.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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