today I walked down the street
and the wind dug into me
with its raking claws,
and tore into the marrow in my bones.
a scarf is not a bulletproof vest,
I've found, when it comes to that wind.
she eats unsuspecting victims,
coming up suddenly and ferociously,
and dying just as quickly.
in two seconds it could be raining.
in two seconds I could be gone.
Author notes
New Zealand weather is unpredictable, but it wasn't too cold today.
