Wind Rising in the Alleys

Wind rising in the alleys
My spirit lifts in you like a banner
  Streaming free of hot walls.
You are full of unspent dreams . . .
You are laden with beginnings . . .
There is hope in you . . . not sweet . . .
    acrid as blood in the mouth.
Come into my tossing dust
Scattering the peace of old deaths,
Wind rising in the alleys
Carrying stuff of flame.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on July 11, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Wind Rising in the Alleys” appeared in Sun-Up and Other Poems (B.W. Huebsch, inc., 1920).