I have said
before that the wind blows
here all the
time.
You can hear
it howling around the corners
of the house,
feel it
pressing against the windows
and sense it
prying cold into your body.
It careens
through the fir, pine, cedar, hemlock,
marble and
sandstone in the cemetery next door.
It whips the
power lines and causes the grass to lie down
where it
grows.
The wind
creeps up the back of your neck
and crawls
into your skull.
It gets into
you that way
blowing everything
else out of your
mind and
making you its zombie.