FREE VERSE Poem: Drifter, by Erin Jamieson

The wind is persistent. That is the first thing I notice about this new house. It howls off slanted
rooftops, blows off shingles, transforms this place into something I cannot recognize. Even when
I am in my kitchen, sipping tea, I feel unwelcome, and I suppose that is fitting, because I never
wanted nor planned to be here in the first place.

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