(new) by gv
A whirlwind moves off southeasterly
carrying along fragments, phonemes, po-emes
blocks of text ramifying
enjambed ideas stained into wordwoof
nonstop force forthing along alphabet, streets,
galleries, roads, waterways, rhythmings, soundclusters, friends.
Moves off to other turns at life and art and
Will swirl back a day or another it is expected, hoped.
Like a sort-of-era sort-of-ending.