while watching a documentary
a program documenting the life and
death of Sid Vicious
I find myself learning a couple new things
useless things
things I never knew
or had forgotten,
new things all the same
and as I watch and learn
I’m left wondering why
every time the winds seem to be changing,
every time they seem to blow in a new direction
that they always turn out to be nothing
a light breeze strong enough to tussle your hair
but too weak to topple an anthill.
-2006
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