Wind of Change
I dusted a single crimson lock
from my mouth
as I whirled my body
Away, away--
from the crusted white paint
and
single
paned windows.
My favorite shoes met blackened tar
in light, airy steps--
Left, then right.
Shifting my WEIGHT
wind in my eyes,
my hands grasped
two shiny plastic handles
below--
Left, then right.
Balancing myself with determination,
I s l o w l y turned my body,
aligning it with your gaze.
I remember,
your eyes were perfectly
CENTERED
in the door frame.
I looked into each individually--
Left, then right.
Each pupil was dilated with images:
colorful crayons,
straightened teeth,
paid tuition.
The wind suddenly escaped
my eyes and r u s h ed
to your throat.
You exhaled it from each
of your lungs--
Left, then right.
The wind carried y o u r w o r d s,
vibrating toward
my ears
in a weakened croak.
“Take Care."
As the wind made its
wayBACK
to my eyes,
the creases on our mouths
loomed upward...
I silently curved my body
BACK--
The wind waiting
behind me, ready to carry.
My hands GrippeD
on two shiny plastic handles,
It lif t e d me away--
Away from the crusted white paint,
and away
from the single paned windows.
Copyright © Michele Godleske | Year Posted 2005
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