I suspect this poem would have been quite different if it were written in the morning. But it wasn’t. Here is the prompt:
Five Verbs: howls, gusts, whispers, slips, breathes,
Five Nouns: air, breath, puff, breeze squall
Last night the wind shifted.
Yesterday, the lazy air from the Gulf
Drifted around my neighborhood
Lounged with damp fingers on the flagstones.
A sweaty dame on a chaise lounge
too bored to get up and leave.