April is NaPoWriMo (niiwin giizhigad)

by waaseyaa'sin christine sy

windy weather

was thinking witty
(even poetic) windigo
-kan rhetoric might
suffice for a really
nice (invitation-only)
round dance

then northern mist
rolled across a
desolate settler
road, just tumbled
across highbeams
like that from there
over there, the snow
covered fields shield-
ed with cedar & barb-
ed wire fencing, all the
trees slanting
to the left

and everything is better
in this kind of weather
with droplets of water
carried whimsy on wind,
everything is better
with windows powered
down, no sound
but dashboard lights
blinking, and thinking
of coherent love in dark