Traveling Winds

For over an hour
the wind chased a shadow
then memories down a lonely street
but stops
to see the darkness
reflected
in a window
under a torn and tattered awning.

It blows a bike down
without any pedals
its lights shatter
then pieces of glass tumble forward.

Past an old wooden garage
with a car on two flats
then by an unattended garden
with dead and dying flowers.

Wildly he knocks upon a medal door
but all are asleep
beneath a nest of clouds.

At an unknown location, way across town.
So wind packs up and travels
before the break of dawn.