The streets are full but the pocket park’s empty
Its gate swings like an acrobat’s stunt
Stone lion on the porch in a bunny suit
Dressed for the job that he wants

Monkey covers its mouth so no evil slips out
As it stares through the soul of the camera
We can’t keep our eyes off the carnival ride
Known as the Royal American

See how the wind blows
See how the wind blows

Sun punches through a smoke-filled sky
Red as the eyes of a drunk 
The Talk to God phone booth Is closed for repairs
Says the sign on Its accordion front

See how the wind blows
See how the wind blows

Cold city, hard-edged, white jumpsuit, shaved head
Dystopian vision and feel
The future was bleak viewed from ‘71
Now we’re stuck on that Catherine Wheel

See how the wind blows
See how the wind blows

From my window I see every leaf on the tree
dancing the joy it knows
They’ll still sing their song long after I’m gone
I can see how the wind blows

See how the wind blows
See how the wind blows

BC Griswold