Quixote

By Tamsin Smith

 

what was the windmill

to make of your jousting

it’s as comic a scene as this

sunset giant

turned towards

your charge

powered by

pierced by

illusory air’s embrace

assailed in the very act 

of revolution

arms reeling

and all

stolen kisses

out-blown like

emptied wishes

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