Thursday, February 4, 2016

Found Object Poem Project -- Fan

photo by Charles Waters
Lament of the Portable Fan

I'll never spin a hurricane,
I'll never turn a weather vane.

I'll never push a sailboat's sail
or ruffle feathers on a tail,

power windmills, shape the land,
carry ash or desert sand.

The most that I will ever be
is one small oscillating breeze.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

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