03
Jan
09

Wayward Wind

The wind played bashful, at first,
Scraping its toe in the dust at the edge of the playground.
Tossing up bubbles and Cottonwood wishies
Then deftly catching them
Before
They hit the ground.
These tricks met with approval
So the wind grew bolder and more eager for attention.
It tugged at the girls’ skirts and whipped their hair around their faces.
It stole the ball from the four-square game and shoved the kids on trikes.
It egged on fights by taking one child’s words,
Conflating them with another’s,
Subtracting the original meanings
Before hurling the mess into a third child’s face.
The teachers, bullied into an ever-tightening knot,
Announced the end of playtime,
Herded their students up and
Folded them into the warm protection of the classroom.
Alone, the wind howled and kicked at the swings.
But if you don’t play nice, you won’t have any friends at all.

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1 Response to “Wayward Wind”


  1. January 8, 2009 at 12:03

    This is wonderful.


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