no haikus ever

The wind doesn't cut into me right now

I went for a walk and the wind was pushing and punching

Shoving me, trying to knock me over

It was screaming at me like it was angry with me

But it couldn't cut me

It's not a winter wind anymore
It's like the real anger, the real drive, went out of it
It's not what it could be, replaced with something
Almost just taunting
Kinda impotent

In the summer it will be sometimes hard to bike against

And it will make me tired

And when I walk it woll make my jacket or sweater or whatever incessantly blow in a contrary direction

And rip my headphones out of my ears

But it won't cut me

It won't cut me for months

So push and punch if it makes you feel better

You stupid, stupid wind