Winter 1973

Rhonda Lee RichouxNovember 15, 2009January 22, 2021Poetry

i’m just a wind

rushing

through your life

and

you’re the fire

in mine

here we are

in the same

strange dream

pausing

so that we can

know one another

though

(i’m quite certain)

to know one another

we must walk away

alone

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word. View more posts