(after DeCamp’s ‘The Blue Kimono’)

There is a wind blowing
Down the avenue’s gullet
	
A gray wind is blowing
Through the black
Hair of two little girls swinging
From the light poles

Is blowing
Through their checkered dresses 
& the creaking shutters of a sky opening 
                          And closing over the round 
Faced sun.

Down in the fields
               A wild wind is blowing
Through the legs of men
Dribbling a soccer ball,  

Is blowing
Through the shirt sleeves 
Of kites, oscillating strings
                Of daydreams  
& an open window at which a woman
                   in a blue kimono, is sitting
And watching

Her sockets filled with crushed blue
Glass,
                 a wind blowing
Through pages of poems

Unwritten.