reverse winds

in age i suppose
we will fall from the stem
and split open to scatter ourselves
to the wind and ground

a summer milkweed turning to meet autumn

to me
your beauty will remain
as the casing splits open and spills parachutes
reminding me of you
swimming in waters up to your knees

you are a young woman still taunting me an old man

so it is not we
who will fall
but i
hoping to cascade across your body
hoping you will keep me until next year

and i will grow again

next year i hope we choose dandelions or sunflowers
the anticipated waiting of wonder

will it be seeds you pluck from me
or a simple wish
blowing white helicopters across the wind

frost is coming once more
indian summer has lost the native battle
this native son is searching out
his native bride


let me sing for you

then in the next moment
close your eyes
part your lips
and let your breath push me out
across the open air of this years back yard


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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