convertible
gentle at first,
the breeze slowly slips thru the strands of my hair in a lover's caress
I step on the gas
as the speed builds the caress turns into a forceful demand
pulling my hair in a frenzy
frantically it swirls around my face and shoulders--
and I laugh out loud, giddy, feeling one with the wind
** 06.09.13 (Re-posted from THWF)
**May 24, 2012 (The Haiku Wednesday Fiasco)
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