Pissing In The Wind
Standing at the edge of a cliff,
Looking down at rolling ocean waves
While making your own spray,
The wind pushes back,
Blowing droplets of ammonia
Onto clothes and onto your face.
It is not the end of the world.
You can go on,
Climb back in the car and drive
Who knows where,
But wherever you go
You will take with you
The taste of the wind
And your own hubris.
~ Joseph Farley
Joseph Farley edited Axe Factory for nearly a quarter century. His books include Suckers, For the Birds, and Longing for the Mother Tongue. His poems have appeared recently in Pigeon Bike, Ygdrasil, Out of Our, and Sketchbook.
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