Mad Dog Wind
Barcelona
from
Last Year in Paradise
(1979)
It rushes through the city,
loses itself in hotel lobbies,
comes out to snatch and snuffle
at the empty hands of children.
It hustles leaves,
leaves paper-trails
of flighty pigeons
flapping, indignant,
across the square.
Delayed by doors,
it snorts at windows,
shudders
tight-closed shutters,
rages at rooftops,
chases
a ragged herd of clouds
around the sky
high above the Ramblas.
rogermoorepoet 
Oh I love this! What a great pictorial description of the wind! Hope you are well today, Roger!
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Back up on my feet yesterday and thriving today. Just one of those gusts of chill wind that blow over us and us over from time to time. Thanks for caring and so glad you liked my poem! It’s another Golden Oldie!
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I’m happy to hear that!
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‘Semi-articulated woof’? If I am reading it correctly. And ‘indignant’ (the welsh accent resonates in my head with that abbreviation) not ‘indignantly’, as a purist might argue, and be wrong.
Beautiful.
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Thanks, John. A very Welsh ‘indignant’ too. Thanks for dropping in today. That was a nice chat we had, boyo!
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