at a standstill 

of the windmill 

the air stagnant 

like endless pavement 

ripples illusions 

from heat sensations 

grass wilted

for it’s been filtered 

the water far away

maintains no sway

nothing moves

as weather proves

it’s cyclindical

patterns seem logical 

though clouds

manifest out loud 

bringing needed

rain indeed

-Jennie Nawrocki