Wyoming Wind

My beautiful picture

In the morning sunbeam a gentle rider,
In the afternoon a dopy teen driver
Speeding hundred mils an hour,
Crosses over the lane,
Nearly missing collision and
Hurling a camper and a semis
Into the air.

Terrified drivers slam on the brake
To avoid the wrecked camper flying
Across the road, in the midair exploding.
Luckily no one got hurt that day.

You are a whimsical and violent
Boy overgrown,
Whom we can learn to live with. Yet,
You are gentler than Florida hurricane
Or costal states’ tsunami.
You are a King of wind farm.



©Byung A. Fallgren


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