Today, a wind blew into my town.

Today, a wind blew into my town.
It blew in a Spring; sun and sky
filled with dust.

     While marching bands played
     a hip popping reverence to life,
The wind blew umbrellas up from tables,
     but the people held on, like we do
     have a tendency to hold on.
The wind blew fountain water into spray,
     but the people blocked their faces,
     hands dams to the misty deluge.

Today, a wind blew into my town,
and the people marched into Spring
blindly holding on.