Trade Winds

Summer’s gone

A gentle breeze rattles the leaves 

of a ragged willow tree

Water drips

From a rusting faucet 

onto the sun-soaked concrete

The thought of me 

And only me alone 

makes my life complete

Trade winds and white heat

Children playing in the middle of the street

Orange light grazing the highwire

The sun hangs low, my feelings transpire

A second of silence, I think to myself

Then scream out a cry for help

All the grief, pain, and torment

I’m okay for just this moment.

The gift and curse of sensitivity -

Sadness lasts for a true eternity.

Trade Winds

By D.W. Forester