the windmill takes no notice
as I lower my wobbly lance
and jab my spurs against the flanks
of my tired and wheezing mount
and point myself hell-bent toward the looming giant
the world may take no notice
or if it sees, not care
but for a moment or two
my Purpose is my Self
and for a moment or two
my Life is such
that I feel the wind upon my face
© Gary Edward Nordell 2003, all rights reserved
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