Wind rising in the alleys <br /> My spirit lifts in you like a banner streaming free of hot walls. <br /> You are full of unspent dreams…. <br /> You are laden with beginnings…. <br /> There is hope in you… not sweet… acrid as blood in the mouth. <br /> Come into my tossing dust <br /> Scattering the peace of old deaths, <br /> Wind rising in the alleys, <br /> Carrying stuff of flame.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-rising-in-the-alleys/
