to a rock tune
as I talk to myself
A sudden breeze
trespasses into
my room through
the open window—
how rude,
it didn’t bother to ask
My dry monologue
is blown around—
the words scatter
and fly
I’m delighted to
see the words
turning into
different shades
of a rainbow
I let every vowel
and consonant fly—
fly away
forming new words
Thanks to the trespasser—
my short monoku
unfolded into
free verse