Typewriter Rodeo: Wind Farming

Each week, the Standard reaches out to Austin’s Typewriter Rodeo for a custom poem on Texas topics.

By David FruchterMarch 27, 2020 11:53 am,

Wind Farming

the planet spins

and the thin, thin sheath

of atmosphere surrounding


struggles to keep pace

wrenched along by gravity

just a bit



and so the wind blows


always, always, always


as we tiny forms

scrabble all over

the surface


living in between these layers

dependent on both

and always, always



we ate the trees

we ate the coal

we ate the oil


and it’s not all gone yet

but we can see the day coming


and our only saving grace

may just be

learning to eat


the invisible


our house is in motion

(as it turns out)


and it’s made

of candy


Produced by Laura Rice.