It was a windy day
in a windy city
a long time ago.
A sudden flurry made me into the vortex
and I was surrounded by sheets of paper
caught up and blown from a doorway.
When it had settled,
I collected a few.
They were letters
applying for jobs
dated about fifty years ago,
I forget exactly when.
All were hand written
in the most beautiful cursive scripts.
I could visualise the care with which
nibs had been dipped in ink,
the concentration in the touch of pen to paper.
These were the stuff of unknown dreams.
The names are long forgotten now
but I wonder what became of them,
those ghosts of a past
who touched my life
in a flurry of wind
only to be blown away.
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Blowing In the Wind
by Lynn White
Bio: Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
